"She's a nymphomaniac," Charlie said to his friend Sam, showing him a photo on his phone.
"How do you know?" Sam turned to Charlie.
"She invited me to her house once." Charlie laughed.
"You must have seen a dream. She looks like a noble, gentle woman."
"I didn't say she is not a gentlewoman. On the other hand, one cannot judge one's feelings and desires by looking at the beauty and gentleness of the face, friend. We look like gentlemen too. Gentle nature, hearty smile, modest speech, all these we have. But are we gentlemen? The tender lips of the virgins and the small breasts like rosebuds make us crazy. Then we wait for the devil's gospel. Isn't it true?"
"So, can you say this poor woman is like that?"
"I told you my experience." Charlie laughed again.
"What was that experience like?"
"That was a funny story."
"I know you are an imaginative genius who writes stories. So keep away your funny imaginations and tell only the truth."
"I am only telling you the truth." Charlie continued. "One day I met her at a café. That was a marvelous sight. She emerged before me like a rainbow on a beautiful evening."
"Charlie... I don't want your literature of lies."
"This is not literature my dear, When I saw her in front of me, it was like a rainbow appeared. The view was beautiful. Charming eyes, lips like the fruit of love, big breasts hanging like a Halloween pumpkin..! All are vein-pounding imaginative fun. I glared at her in surprise. She noticed my look. She said with a smile, your penetrating look makes me crave. You are a person who can amuse a woman with a magic look. So, I invite you to my house, I am alone there. Let us make today's black night without moonlight a white night of love."
"Beautiful imagination..! You are a fox." Sam said disgruntled.
"Let me tell you the rest, and then you decide whether it's a story or a reality." Charlie continued. "So on that night, I reached her house. She had lit candles with red flames on the candelabra for me. In its dim light, we stared at each other for a while, listening to ancient aristocratic chamber music from a gramophone record, then performed a ballroom dance in the rhythmic music. After that, I enjoyed the delicious food prepared by her. She had the Thanksgiving turkey ready for me. After all, we entered the Colosseum of Combat, her bedroom, where I turned into a gladiator lion. Rays of passion shed light from the pendant lamp hung above the couch of lust, and they caressed us like golden rays on a full moon night. The hearty chorus of chamber music from the gramophone made a paradise sensation there. In that divine moment, she came in a reddish nightgown like an angel. And she asked from the bed, have you seen the nest of a woodpecker? I said, no. The next moment she lifted her gown and crouched on the bed. I saw that amazing sight." Charlie looked at Sam with a funny smile.
"What?"
"The nest of a woodpecker..!" Charlie continued excitedly. "That sight made my veins tremble. I became a lion in the Roman Colosseum and jumped into that bed with a wild passion. The heavens and the earth trembled at that battle."
"Was there any earthquake in the fight?" Sam asked.
"Not an earthquake, but a volcanic eruption. Lava flowed. She burst out laughing in the fun."
Charlie also laughed at Sam's look.
"Is this a story you wrote or the story to be written?" Sam asked Charlie.
"I wish it would have happened like this." Charlie paused and continued. "I love her. Please help me make this beautiful dream a reality. Aren't you my best friend? Please help me."
"How?"
"Advise me how can I meet her, I mean a dating."
"Well, let's check out that cafe she's coming to."
The next day they went to the cafe where she used to come. After waiting there for a while she came. Sam sat down in a chair across from her and started talking to her. Charlie, shy and afraid to talk to women, watched it all and sat elsewhere. Sam, a master of handling women, continued the conversation, amusing her and making her laugh. Then, after a short conversation, Sam called Charlie over to the table.
"He likes you a lot. What is your opinion?" Sam asked her.
"Would you like to be a life partner or a one-night stand?" She looked at Charlie with a smile.
"I want to make you my life partner," Charlie said excitedly.
"Okay, you come home today. Let's talk."
She left.
"Today will be a night of lust plays in ancient Pompeii. I will come and tell you a thrilling story of this fun." Charlie said enthusiastically.
That night, thanks to Sam, Charlie puts on a suit and coat and goes to her house as a boyfriend.
The next day, Sam found Charlie on the road. He had some difficulty walking.
"What's up?" Sam rushed to his side.
"This is the aftermath of yesterday's story," Charlie said with difficulty.
"What is that? Did the Pompeii plays of lust make you this way?" Sam laughed.
"Her boyfriend was also there when I went there."
"And then? Did he attack you?"
"He petted me."
"Petted?"
"Yes, dude, he is gay, a homosexual..!"
Sam laughed out loud. "So yesterday was indeed a Pompeian night of horrible lust?"
"Yes, indeed it would have been a bloody Pompeii night, but I got away before that."
"Then this injury of yours?"
"Between the fight of lust, he used a special weapon, a beer bottle. I got a nice hit in my..., That's it."
"So you got a thrilling story to write?"
"Yes, it would be a thriller if written. You come with me let's see a doctor."
"What will tell the doctor?" Sam asked between laughs.
"Let's say it's an injury caused when the meteorite fell." After making a sigh he continued. "I wish to be a eunuch by castrating to get rid of the fever of damn lust."
"Love and lust are beautiful when they play by keeping the justice given by God or it will be the horrible fun of Satan," Sam said.