That Friday night, Scheherazade rose to tell the king another tale. As on the previous Friday, she spun a story so wonderfully beguiling that the king hung on every word. Her story might be an adventure, a romance, or an amusing anecdote that made the king roar with laughter.
But 100 words doesn't last long, even at half speed. Each week, Scheherazade would end her tale and the king wasn't satisfied.
"OK, then," she said, "it's sex you want."
"Of course," he said. 'It's Friday. It's what you want, too. I don't know why you insist on this storytelling nonsense."
But 100 words doesn't last long, even at half speed. Each week, Scheherazade would end her tale and the king wasn't satisfied.
"OK, then," she said, "it's sex you want."
"Of course," he said. 'It's Friday. It's what you want, too. I don't know why you insist on this storytelling nonsense."
