Of Veils In Deserts

Two lice were living on the belly of a good-looking, though quite smelly Afghani woman in the hills, they did not have the bathroom frills that Yanks expect so they are dirty, which does not stop them being flirty. A soldier who was very skilled and not too eager to get killed told all the natives that they should get body piercing if they could. What better way to be a mensch and thus distracted from the stench. Amani had a goldring fitted upon her belly which permitted the lice to play their silly games they'd jump and call each other names, the loop was there to jump right through 'twas reminiscent of a zoo. Word of the body ornament soon went around from tent to tent. And all the natives did have bugs which, during friendly desert hugs jumped off into the sporting grounds from which emerged excited sounds. The girls now watched as all the lice moved down the hoop into what vice would see as the restricted zone. They fastened to the pubic bone the jewel for their games of fun, when out of nowhere came a nun. She looked upon the devil's game and told the girls about the shame that they, through sleaziness, had wrought until they all were quite distraught. The penalty, so was agreed would be, to hide for life, indeed their faces under heavy veils and she who even one day fails is punished like Lot's wife by God, through fire from his lightning rod. So, now you now why Muslim races hide all their desert women's faces.