“Thanks for taking me home.   Could you just come inside for a second?   I need help getting this shirt unbuttoned.”   And I believe that initially, she meant that she only wanted me to unbutton her shirt, which was a halter top with very small buttons at the back of the neck, but I saw an opportunity.   Beth and I had been friends for several years; in fact I met her when she started dating my friend Keith.   Ever...