THE MARRIED KIND

Break out the Zinfandel, and drop the needle on some Love Unlimited Orchestra. It's sliced tongue and the fine art of erotic seduction.

We had dropped the kids off at school, and Taeko and I were stopped at a traffic light.

"I'd like to lick your back," I, um, purred.

"Whuh?"

"Lick your back. I'd go up your spine..."-- and here I reached over and traced a gentle line up the curve of her back-- "...and then I'd circle around your shoulder blades."

"Whuh?" she repeated.

It really wasn't necessary to repeat it-- I mean, I did hear her the first time.

I pointed to the street sign overhead. We were waiting to turn onto Backlick Rd.

"Ohhh. Well, I'd rather have a massage."

The light changed, and I made a sharp left...