One evening in the middle of summer, I found myself in Albuquerque on a business trip. Maybe it was the balmy New Mexico air, or the fact that I had earlier spotted a teenage girl strolling down Central Avenue, dressed in white low rider jeans and a cranberry-colored crop top that showed off her navel, but in any event, when I got back to my hotel, I was beside myself with lust and I decided to call an escort service.  An...