GEORGINA first saw Leo in a bookstore perusing Sexist Imagery in the Mass Media. He’d picked it up hoping to see some boobs, but Georgina, with typical generosity, pegged him as a man open to a feminist dialogue. And handsome, to boot. She caught his eye and braved a smile. He blushed but held his nerve. After some spark-filled chat they left together for a drink. Two years to the day later they married. Pride of place on their bookshelf was the book which, when Georgina was out, Leo often found himself browsing through with an arousing sense of nostalgia.