For Stanley Meyers, senior year at Sneid High comes with all the usual cool advantages and downright annoying responsibilities. In fact, his own best friends may be the most annoying of all. Just when he needs them the most, when he's plagued with an impossibly mind-boggling predicament no 18-year-old should ever have to deal with, his friends Derek, Todd, and Colin all have a veritable party with Stan's embarrassing "issue" at home. There's a new woman in his life: his dad's new wife. And she's more than he can cope with, considering how much his hormones are raging.

Susan has just turned 18, and she's excited about starting college after the summer break. Just one thing tempers her excitement: her serious lack of experience with the opposite sex. Even in her innocence, she knows the boys from high school are nothing like the men awaiting her in college. Fitting in and being a proper coed demands doing a little homework. And, as in all areas of her life, Susan has every desire to excel.

When Russ loses his third girlfriend in a row to his overly voracious need for getting down and dirty, he complains to his friends that a girl wouldn’t ever have this problem. Case in point: His friend Krystal, a lesbian who sleeps with dozens and dozens of hot dates. But since he’s not a girl, Krystal proposes an alternate solution: Why not go see a fortune teller and see if a little hypnosis can cure him of his appetites?

Samantha: I've tried so hard to stay away. My boss is infuriating, unreadable, and drop-dead gorgeous. All I want is to start my own business here in Venice and restart my life after my horrible past in the States. So when Alexander gives me a chance to do that and make him mine for the weekend, how could I not say yes? Alexander: I've been silently and hopelessly in love with my assistant for months. And even after that sizzling kiss we shared, she still won't have me. Something about me being arrogant.

I never believed in fate. That was something for the dreamers, the romantics, not someone as practical and pragmatic as I. Fate had nothing to do with me walking in on my soon-to-be husband in a compromising position with his secretary. Fate had nothing to do with me hopping on a plane to Rome, effectively standing up my former fiance on our wedding day. And fate certainly had nothing to do with the handsome stranger sitting across the aisle from me, one who would open my mind and heart to things I never thought possible.