When All, the sheik's most devoted eunuch, died unexpectedly in the middle of the night, the potentate's teenaged son asked his father how this unhappy event had come to pass.

"My son," said the sheik, "All's death teaches us a valuable lesson.

Last night, upon retiring, I commanded him to hasten to my harem and select for my pleasure the one most beautiful among the hundred houris waiting there.

He returned with surprising swiftness with a ravishing young woman, but this tasty morsel merely whetted my appetite, so I summoned All again and told him to fetch forth the most sensual female of the harem.

This time he returned even more quickly-though the harem is a considerable distance from my quarters, as you know-with a female whose hair was as flame, with a passion to match.

"This erotic creature further increased my desire, and I instructed All to have the most innocent maiden he could find brought to my bedchamber; he reappeared soon after, short of breath and perspiring from his efforts in my behalf, with a raven-haired beauty who was
the very image of innocence.

"So it went throughout most of the night-with a fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh-faithful All scurrying back and forth between harem and bedchamber again, and again, and again, and again, until he dropped dead at my feet."


" And what is the valuable lesson to be learned from all this?" the perplexed son of the potentate wanted to know.

"There's no harm in sex," said the sheik. "It's running after it that can kill you."

 

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