>Dear Susan Lucci: I never offered my sympathies when All My Children was thrown under the ABC bus. So how wonderful to see you again, if only hosting a ball of mozzarella called Deadly Affairs. The show consists mostly of cheap re-creations of cases in which a marriage is undone by infidelity—and murder. But then you turn up, legs on display, to give a fully ripened demonstration of how a real actress plays a man-eater. You purr, smile and say things like “Where there is tight, tanned flesh, there is trouble.” You are trouble, Susan Lucci. Stay that way.