Everything A woman in Frankfurt whisked me off Taunusstrasse when I was eighteen, vowing that if I bought her a drink, we could go directly to her room upstairs and “do everything.”   Though I knew little then of the expanse being offered, what crisscrossed the hitherto lofted mind were the likes of bodice and…

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