Randy Roommates Speak A Carnal Language — And No Lust Is Lost In Translation

“There are so many French words that have made their way into American conversations,” Tim said, looking up from his book.

I leaned back at my desk and gazed at him, waiting for him to continue. Whatever he had to say would definitely be more interesting than the research paper I was writing on the difference between Ionic and Doric columns.

“Like what?” Robert asked. He was our third roommate, and he seemed to be feeling the way I was. Ready for a break from studying, and willing to discuss anything. Even words in French.

“Chic,” Tim said, “and critique, and cuisine.”

“What else?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.