When it comes to sexual instinct and observing protocol in the sack, Jennifer's boyfriend is slower than a green on an unkempt golf course. Often times the frustrated Jennifer wished she could shove a putter up his ass, take a two-stroke penalty and call it a day. But she'd always hold her instincts at bay and regret it later. Jennifer was being too kind, and her shrewish girlfriends - battery operated practitioners all of them - weren't so charitable and advised her of such. Jennifer needed to strike back, they told her. And the game plan would have to be swift, cunning and merciless. It woul... Show more