I stood just outside the master bedroom door, listening for a moment with a wicked little smile on my lips. The sleeping powder had done its job perfectly on Priscilla’s wine — she was already drifting, but not quite gone yet. Through the cracked door I could hear her voice, all sweet and needy, trying so hard to get her husband’s attention.

 “Frank… I know we haven’t done it in a while, but how about a little nookie tonight?” Priscilla purred from the bed, her blonde hair spilling over the pillow as she pressed her body against his side in that cheap green lingerie. She ran her hand down his...