It's Friday night. I am at a barbecue at my friend Derek's house along with other guests. The men are socializing with drinks in hand around the fire. After the usual rugby talk, the topic soon turns to women. Jacques, one of the guys, starts teasing. "I wish I had such a nice job as our friend, Jason here. He plays with other people's wives and girlfriends all day and then he calls it work. And he gets paid for it! Lucky dog!" Everyone agrees. I'm a freelance architect by profession, but I also 'freelance' as a masseur. I am single and live alone in a big house. I have...