"How do I look, honey?" my wife asked me. I quickly turned my attention from the television show that I had been watching and focused my gaze on Angela as she stood framed in the lounge-room doorway. My hungry eyes slowly floated over her a couple of times, from eye-line to ankle. "You look absolutely gorgeous," I finally told her. And she did. It was 7:00 pm on Friday night, and Angela had just finished dressing in prepa...