the dark haired virgin waited patiently for her prince. many years. 170 years to be true
to the legend. when they would meet and engage, he would possess her with an ancient eastern spell. she would fall in love with him deeply and forever. for of course, it was his right and responsibility to take this dark haired virgin and make her his own. to only one to break the spell would be a man who came from the girl’s cloth.  only the love of a more powerful man from the same cloth could break the persian prince’s spell.

there was an incident, when the prince and virgin were still married, and the prince went out to serve his town, a man, in fact a man who came from the same cloth as the virgin, who drunkenly stumbled about the field. the virgin sat under a great pear tree, letting the sweet juice drip down her chin.  her dark curly hair covered her pale olive skin. and although sitting cross legged, no one could see but the faint, aching line of where the virgin’s breast would curve. her legs were bare, shoulders. the drunk held still as to not be noticed. he watched the virgin with relaxed pleasure. soon the wind drew out a soft breath, then let its warmth stream through us . the virgin felt her body shiver as the air passed by,  warming my body.  she loved to be outside on days like this. she stood up and brushed the leaves off her thighs and bottom. she had not noticed the drunken jew until he gasped at the site of her running her tiny hand over the supple round bottom. "oh lord," thought the drunk, "if only i could be a single blade of grass hiding inside the virgin’s inner thigh, i would give it all away to my enemies." the virgin turned and blushed a color so crimson you would imagine that she recently was with a man.  The drunk took advantage out the girl’s naivety.

"dear virgin of alah," the drunk advanced forward. The virgin froze, eyes wide open and fearful, she then began to back up against her tree, clutching the bark with her fingers. She turned her gaze to the stars. The drunk chuckled,

"why do you not care to look me in the eyes?" The drunk drew closer to her, close enough to touch her baring breast.  the dark hair that once hid her nakedness now fell behind her, exposing her entire body. The drunk enjoy this muchly. the girl began to whimper so softy,

"what do you want from me, good man?" The drunk burst out a laugh so loud tears leaked and stuck to his ghost white greasy skin. he pressed his lips softly against the virgin’s right here, as as her slowly reach to grab her breasts, murmerd, "you would be unwise to protest me."