by C.P. Calvert
Published: November 22, 2013
Every man remembers the sight of his first naked girl. The smiling eyes, the smooth skin, the tender limbs.
So why was my first glimpse of beauty the beginning of a nightmare? How had such a charming tradition become a curse, threatening to destroy all I held dear?
The answer rested, as it had always rested, on the slender shoulders of Astara.