Acting against his better judgement, Rick Ames got television sets for everyone he knew. This magnanimous gesture was interpreted as an invitation for women rto come down to Texas and engage in sexual situations for mature adults only, as it developed. Finding himself still youthful with honor, but aging rapidly in a Houston bar, Rick swore like he'd never stop. More nudity! It was a farce! His own songs were a success everywhere, but the TV-happy women still flocked about the wrong people! Rick's anger knew neither up from down nor left from right, the consequence being that when vent was given to this anger, Rick knew not which way to turn, and after a particularly murderous display, he found himself languishing in a foreign jail. But -- even across the sea, there is romance, so with his family life thrust forever into the past, Rick found an old flame in a medical paper. Not in the obituaries, but in a place where they discussed diseases and who had what. Rick didn't know about it, but they were foreignors, and their customs were not his. Nor had he had his day in court -- his best friend was supposed to, but did not defend Rick, as had been assumed all along. Rick swore that he would never trust such a friend again. Never! But as his romance came full-blossom, his love softened his resolve. Rick came to believe in his own innocence, and spent one hour with occasional breaks convincing his friend that there had been no murder, simply a drunken abortion upon a girl Rick had made pregnant in that Houston merry-go-round, but Rick had been too drunk to notice hat there was no murderous display, unless you count the figurative destruction of Rick's family. Unfortunately, both Rick and his pal were laughed out of court and into a Spanish jail cell where they had been roommates as children in acting.