“You’re my one and only,” he promised, breathing lightly down her back. “I’ll never love another.” She smiled at him through half-closed eyes, before drifting off. Her breathing hadn’t even settled into a rhythm before he was gone. It was easy to fool girls, he mused, strolling through London’s back-alleys. He slipped inside a modest house, only to find a girl in a lacy nightdress looking up at him with big doe eyes. “I m...