Brian Reynolds hired men-but it was their wives he wanted . . . and their wives he took in any way that struck his lustful fancy Not playing to his torrid bedroom tune meant no paychecks for his tortured employees, and the melody ranged the scale of sin from the deepest blue notes of desire to the highest pitch of passion. From coast-to coast the tireless lover plied his passion trade for all the bedtime profits the traffic would bear-while wronged...