Gulzaman's Sordid Escapades in the Ancient Town: A Tale of Lust and Betrayal Gulzaman rubbed his scrawny old face with the wet cloth, he stood facing the morning sun, scanning the dusty path below. if there was any profits to be made at the market, he'd have to start early. the town where the market stood was an hour journey from the hills, sometimes more if the donkeys disobeyed. he thought of the big breasted women he would meet there and a chuckle broke on his lips. he had been dreaming of the widow for quite a while now. she had asked him for dates the last time he had knocked on her door. it wasn't unusual for him to be alone with the ladies but until now nothing had been bore of it. the afghan police was relentless and mean. they'd beat up anybody accused of adultery. the thoughts of him cavorting with her on the roof quickly waned and he set off towards the town with his large bags of dry fruit. after an hour of travelling by foot, his dusty caravan stopped by the highway inn. made of nothing but rocks and hay, the inn provided shelter to traders in transit. the view from the table where he sat was nothing short of spectacular. the icy hills formed the backdrop and copper beaten grass lay like a splendid Arabian carpet all over the ground. while enjoying a meal of mutton pilaf, he eyed "Razia" the daughter of the innkeeper serving the guests. she was a tall and lanky lass of thirty. he could make out the outline of her shapely buttock in her tight "Selwar". there were rumours in town that she had laid with a hundred men, there were some who swore that old man "Ramjani" died while getting serviced behind the wild bushes by her. what was interesting though was her height. she towered above most of the men folks that visited the inn. her broad behind and average but pert breasts gave her the nickname of the "camel". …the next moment changed everything
