It was as if his entire being had somehow been absorbed in the dancer’s ass. He couldn’t muster words. “Kiss,” Amara said. He could never do that. But then . If sensuality was its melody, then wickedness was its harmony. It amazed him. If that training included farting in his face, then he was obliged to confess his love of that airey scent from each girl who did it and he was required to kiss the ass hole of any girls who so requested, and to admit his passionate love for the rear-ends of Chaldain girls. He felt as if his head was beginning to float away. He sniffed. No,” Shadi replied. Kiss her ass.”
“No, you said–”
“I said you must watch until the song is not over, but it is not over. never bargained . What kind of cruel game were they playing? You kiss her ass, I start the music, and you are free to go. Since his youth, he had enjoyed the storytellers and their great tales of life in those other cities and especially
