Sarah (O'Neal) is fifteen going on sixteen, and lives at home. Dad's an Egyptologist; Mom refuses to acknowledge any generation gap; boy-friend wants to get her into the sack, but she refuses. Dodging him one day she meets Ashley (Burton), a once-chic artist who's currently light on inspiration. He might be sixty but he's hunky in that experienced way, and he has a Bohemian haven in the country where he plays Vivaldi. The pair get literary and have intense chats in which Sarah learns the difference between the Sistine Chapel and Burger Kings. Sarah tries the physical, but Ashley sagely demurs. Mom and Dad are horrified by the liaison (bye-bye wet liberalism) and imprison her until she sees sense. But Sarah's having none of that... Preposterous serial syrup which should shame everyone involved.