Almost ready for bed, she sat at her desk, mostly undressed, wearing only her favorite white blouse. The room was dark; there was only the light from her desk lamp, and the feeble moonlight seeping through the curtains. She was going over the latest credit card statement. Partway down the list of merchants, the words jumped off the page at her: Ling-Ling Massage. That scoundrel, she thought, as her anger blazed. Rising fr...