Harry Stoner could sell anything. He could sell the public his new line of dresses year after year. He could sell the big store buyers his design in return for such bonuses as the luscious hooker Margo. He could sell his wife on the idea he was faithful, and a teenaged playmate on the idea he was hip. Then came the day when Harry Stoner's empire of fabric and flesh began to fall apart, and Harry had nothing left to sell - except what was left of himself.