The Fastest Way to a Man's Heart

Carrie and Ayesha scurried around the kitchen. They were preparing an Afghan meal for Mohammad. Lavash with spiced lamb, Mohammad's childhood favorite of qormah, and firnee. It was a challenge. Carrie was still getting used to exotic ingredients like rose water and cardamom. But it was worth it to see Mohammad's broad smile. So worth it

"You know, they usually serve lavash at weddings," Mohammad said, looking at Carrie, who blushed. Ayesha giggled. It was very clear how much Carrie fancied him, as she polished his shoes while he finished the firnee. And then ...

"I'm interested in you, Carrie. But I need to know this. You are no virgin, yes?" Carrie quivered, shaking her head. She was a sinner, that much was true. And in this moment, she wanted so much to be pure for Mohammad.

"How many times have you laid with a man?" She blushed hotly.

"Probably ... thirty, Mohammad." He looked visibly displeased. Carrie was crushed. He sat quietly, stewing for a half hour.

"I will ... accept you, as you are. But no more harlotry. No more Christianity." Carrie was shaking. He was showing such kindness to her.

"Of course Mohammad."

"And you''ll be sexless until the time is right. And you can either trust that harlot nature of yours, and your ability to control it, or ..." he pulled out a chastity belt, identical to the medieval contraption Lindsay wore. "You can wear this. Ayesha will let you out for bathroom and shower only. I will be back tomorrow for your answer."