There used to be more love? The hell it was! Bea thinks the mid-forties are an odd age. Sometimes she feels like she always has - young, fit, reasonably attractive - then again the first menopausal symptoms gently suggest that her romantic wedding might be over. Not least of all, the fact that her longtime boyfriend has left her for a younger woman is a problem for her. It gets even worse: Both her fun-loving mother Rosi, 64, and her daughter Mona, 22, turn up with new lovers - both at Beas age. When an important order slips through her fingers, Bea sees red. Dark red. Why does luck always rush past her? And suddenly a man, the brazen Theo, stands in front of her, who finally gets her in heat ...