A New York stockbroker, presumably old enough to know better, begins shading his ethics when his household accounts get out of hand and then finds himself lost in the Boesky woods. By the author of Dynamic Investing (1981), and Mind Over Money (1980), a racy financial self-help guide. Paul and his wife Elaine, a couple of South Bronx scrappers, have done pretty well for themselves. They've got a posh house in a next-to-top-drawer Connecticut coastal subdivision, a ski condo in Robert Redford country, a boat, and two drug-free children. But since a six-figure income just doesn't mean what it used to, they're charged up to their eyeballs. They would simplify if they could, but the bottom has dropped out of the Utah condominium market. So Paul--who's been pretty honest for a stockbroker, refusing to launder cash for anybody but his closest and most deserving friends and their acquaintances--at last caves in to Elaine's urgings to sail a little closer to the wind and team up with their crooked but successful neighbor Alex Jordan. In for a penny, Paul also caves in to the urgings of his sex-starved secretary Monica. Things look good at first; Jordan hooks Paul into a near-foolproof scare that's legal enough to survive federal scrutiny. But when the affair with Monica screws up Paul's home life and the money laundering gets into really serious sums, Paul begins to lose his nerve and look for a way out. Considering some pretty lame plot devices, this cheery Wall Street thriller is better than it has any right to be, thanks to plenty of jolly sex and other clever immoralities for which nobody is punished too severely.