"See that guy over there?" whispers one frat man to another. "He scored 50 times before he was a sophomore." The object of this muted envy is an undergraduate operator named Paxton Quigley, who conducts a personal course in concupiscence. Quigley cracks feminine reserve the way a grind cracks bookswith a dedication that borders on frenzy. Yet, according to a breezy little movie called 3 in the Attic, he is also a prime target for a fate worse than dearth.
Putting a cursory make on a lovely blonde English major named Tobey (Yvette Mimieux),...
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