And then She came. She was an angel with a fiery sword. Her pearl-like eyes sparkled with fervor and her body, like a ripe black grape, overflowed with a surge of pleasure. He became an entire excretion.

"My name is Alina," she said as she departed in a swirl, like a frenzied spinning top. He hurried after her with an urgency, crowned by the feeling that he was participating in an eternal communion.

He didn't catch any of the scent of the night-blooming jasmine, and thus, exhausted, he curled up behind a thicket.