<koertge's "making love to roget's wife"> 2003-05-01.12:23 a.m. Making Love to Roget's Wife Ronald Koertge We'd meet in a different cheap room. Every time I had to swear I worked with horses and used books to kill flies. But nothing happened until we heard Peter from the courtyard below: "Strumpet, demirep, courtesan, jade, wench!..." Then she closed and barred the whitewashed shutters and stepped out of her only dress. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad