Once upon a time in the strange land called

Once upon a time in the strange land called Nujallah

I was employed as a gentleman caller. My client had arrived--I said "Stall her! I have to finish my Oddawalla." I sipped on my superfood drink while i reclined in my chair to think

and only found images of Colin Firth. Searching for "gentleman" didn't help. She was expecting so much. I panicked, and then, inspired, I searched for "Magnificent Bastard" and

quickly learned that my greatest threat to this evening was the unholy state of my eyebrows: fuzzy, ill-defined worms of hair-growth that threatened to overwhelm my boyishly good

looks and baby blue eyes. It was time to tame the wilderness that was my eyebrows, and I knew just the person to do it. They called her the Wax Lady, and said she was the best at

trimming up untidy hair.I stepped into her dark basement, for she did not have a proper salon.I never thought i would go to such trouble for beauty.

But the hair was very ugly. When he got stucky on my feet I cried. My long and blak hair now was dead. I became a blonde and beautiful woman.

izer. But I was chaste, I never even went so far as to share a kiss. I had a different date every other week. Also, I was not a woman, no matter how it may have sounded earlier!

No, in fact, I had no outstanding genitalia of any kind! This was why I had to find a date every other week, you see. My chastity was brought on by default. I didn't learn virtue.