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...

My Aunt Linda and her son moved two blocks from my house the summer I turned sixteen. The week before moving in, she called my parents up and asked for help. My mom handled all things connected with her sister with suspicion and scrutiny and initially heed and hawed over being available. My dad, on the other hand, quickly agreed to help out but then it was obvious that he had a hard on for my aunt. She was petite and tan...