"But is there any sex there, in Bagdad, any, you know, fucking?" I asked JL possibly drooling, all the while scratching my crotch. I knew he'd find that unreasonably vulgar. "phatic, my dear," he said, carefully minisculing my referent. "You must suffer from a lack of imagination." -- phatic@xxxxxxxxxx http://phatic.blogspot.com in BAG-DAD, if u wanna no ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html