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s house was great for me, because of all the
new toys, and the farmhouse was great for both of us, because it
was intended as a love nest. Not that his place was far behind
-- Roger let his artistic talents really flourish. For example,
at the moment he's building a genuine dungeon in the basement. I
don't mean just a cell, like I have at the farmhouse; I mean as
authentic-looking a dungeon as he can come up with. And I sup-
pose I don't even mean "authentic," I mean something redolent of
old B-movies -- after all, that's our image of what a dungeon is.
So the walls appear to be stone, and there are stuffed rats in
strategic places, one or two of which are even equipped to pro-
duce sound effects. There are torches stuck in the wall, and
"cobwebs," and so on. There are several cells, all fully func-
tional and well-equipped with chains and ring bolts. Does he
plan on bringing another woman down there with me? Another man?
Another couple? He won't say; Roger hates to talk about a
project before it's done. I wouldn't even have known abou
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