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'She raised her beautiful brown eyes from under her filmy veil. He sat in the corner table, seemingly unmoved by the insistent rhythms of the music, but she could see him glancing toward her from time to time. As the music grew in its intensity, she deftly manipulated her veil to reveal glimpses of her shapely form as she started to sway, her glittery bedlah clinging to her long, lithe legs. She could see he was pretending to study the menu, so she started to dance toward him. At that moment Akef, the proprieter grasped her by the wrist and dragged her toward Ali, the greasy, fat but highest-tipping customer in the restaurant.'
on a dark and stormy night...when murder was in the air. Bastdancer nervously cuddled closer to her dancer for she sensed danger and evil in that dark night......and eerily, faintly, somewhere in the distance she could hear the sound of zills...
Grasping her sword in her henna-decorated hand, she crept closer to the partly-opened door and carefully peered into the dimly-lit street.
--needs a bit of romance too, hmmm, how could that go...?
Striding masterfully along the dusty roadside was Akim, the tall, handsome stranger to the restaurant. For some reason she shrank back into the doorway as he stopped not five feet away from her. Her bosom heaved and she trembled - his powerful male energy captivated her, and she was afraid of the effect on her.
She moved like a hunting cat gliding through the shadow. Even the coin belt around her perfectly shaped hips kept quiet.
Bastdancer slips along the shadowy dusty roadway after Akim...
Akim strode down the road, glancing over his shoulder occasionally as if feeling her heated gaze between his shoulder blades. Each time he turned, Bastdancer flung herself into the shadow of the buildings, unwilling for him to catch a glimpse of her heaving bosom, love-pale face, and lush, moist red lips. She knew not why she pursued this stranger, only that she must follow him to his destination or expire of unrequited desire (please note the poetry in my prose- it is really classy). All her life Bastdancer had waited for a hot hunk of male pulchritude to cross her path, and this one was as hot as they got (poetry again) for it was 117 degrees F in the shade.
on a dark and stormy night...when murder was in the air. Bastdancer nervously cuddled closer to her dancer for she sensed danger and evil in that dark night......and eerily, faintly, somewhere in the distance she could hear the sound of zills...
Grasping her sword in her henna-decorated hand, she crept closer to the partly-opened door and carefully peered into the dimly-lit street.
--needs a bit of romance too, hmmm, how could that go...?
Striding masterfully along the dusty roadside was Akim, the tall, handsome stranger to the restaurant. For some reason she shrank back into the doorway as he stopped not five feet away from her. Her bosom heaved and she trembled - his powerful male energy captivated her, and she was afraid of the effect on her.
She moved like a hunting cat gliding through the shadow. Even the coin belt around her perfectly shaped hips kept quiet.
Bastdancer slips along the shadowy dusty roadway after Akim...
Akim strode down the road, glancing over his shoulder occasionally as if feeling her heated gaze between his shoulder blades. Each time he turned, Bastdancer flung herself into the shadow of the buildings, unwilling for him to catch a glimpse of her heaving bosom, love-pale face, and lush, moist red lips. She knew not why she pursued this stranger, only that she must follow him to his destination or expire of unrequited desire (please note the poetry in my prose- it is really classy). All her life Bastdancer had waited for a hot hunk of male pulchritude to cross her path, and this one was as hot as they got (poetry again) for it was 117 degrees F in the shade.