I have Sabrina half naked, her skirt and panties removed, abandon somewhere in the living room, when the phone rings. It's her husband. "Hi," she says leaning into the phone, her silk blouse looking as immaculate as it did when she arrived at the office this morning. "Just stopped by to grab a bite to eat," she says. I'm standing in the hallway within earshot of the master bedroom, impatiently waiting naked and with a har...