Ribald Classic: There's Room For Two
February, 1978
There was once a pretty shopekeeper's wife who lived on the Rue Saint-Honoré. Plump, dimpled, 22 years old, she had young, delectable flesh and a shapely though slightly rotund body. She enhanced these ample charms with wit and vivacity and the most lively predilection for all the pleasures denied by the harsh laws of Hymen.Her husband was old and ugly. Not only did he much displease her; he performed his nuptial duties as badly as he did seldom. Had these been better attended to, the insatiable...
