An Epic RuseYou know, some men might fancy sitting in a chair in their underwear with three young ladies gathered round the room, but I gotta say it’s not my cup of tea. But that’s exactly the situation I found myself in a couple of weeks ago.Mind you, the ladies were fully clothed and saying things like, “Boy – this weather we’re having sure is something,” and, “so how many years were you a game warden?” and, “what SPF sunscreen do you use?” while they burned and biopsied blemishes off my body with a mini-acetylene torch-looking thing-ama- jig. Yep, boys ...