To The Virgins By Robert Herrick Novels & Stories

King Richard Orlando Lie went on staring at his adviser with lots of question marks at the savannah of his mind, thought as well as perception. “Because she wasn’t a virgin girl anymore when she first did it with you, King. In the urban-legend or the so-called ‘myth’, it’s indeed said that only the blood of a virgin girl who loves and adores us truly, madly and deeply can work well, can show its effectiveness. Isn’t it?” quipped the adviser, smiling in his great victory and satisfaction.

“I don’t know if it’s right… but yeah. I’m planning to use Ram.” “How exactly are you planning to do that?” I hesitated, looking her straight in the eye. “Rafael cheated on me, Claire. You know why?” She shifted uncomfortably. “Because… you wouldn’t sleep with him?” “Because I’m a virgin. I told him to wait. But he couldn’t. And Amanda was there.” Claire nodded, the weight of my words settling between us. “Well, Ram is here now too. And if I give him what I couldn’t give Rafael… do you think it would hurt him?”