One night I saw two lawyers in lust trying to read the road map to their forbidden desires. The red wine out of the bar’s single-serving screwtop bottles was helping, but they couldn’t figure out the next move, what with a third wheel of a friend there and wedding rings from absent parties weighing heavily on their fingers. Finally, they decided to play music on jukebox. As they huddled in front of the window to make selections, she seemed to have to lean into him to see the CDs on ...