As I let myself in to her apartment I hear her fingers typing on her keyboard.  “Tip-tap-tippity-tap…”  She’s writing another white-hot erotic novel about love, sex, sex, love, and love and sex. God, I love a woman that can do that! She usually does her research by trying out her stories on me first, or me and some of our special friends.  “Tip-tap-tippity-tap…”  “He-looooo.” I call out to her. She knows it’s me, because...