I know... I'll tickle a woman's fancy. Most of all on these special days when she feels quite the little devil. I'm a man's man, you see. Square jaw, firm lips, commanding chin. Definitely not your silk painting instructor-more your mountain cabin intruder. Right now, Ida and Madeleine are gazing over my body as they would over an edge-of-the-world landscape. Their stares immediately flee the steel blue chill of my eyes, overclouded by thick, dark...