Virgin Ninja (7)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (7)"

   There is no life for the virgin or the ninja without magic, in a sense of somebody aware of forever-flowing frequency, and on demand manufactured clothing in foreign nations; regardless, the virgin is like unto a water poem, mermaiding her myth onward, though today, few is plenty, and the imperialistic samurai conquers the farming ninja, originally using nunchucks to pound down the rice growing side of things, in them fields, once--filled with the flames and Phoenixes of war.
   And the ninja had more then Sun Tzu's empirical knowledge of warfare, if even mostly of the mind, but a source of energy able to tap into, knowing one can not ignite its own energy without another element or factor, such as a seed needs rich soil, Sun, and water.  Thus, Joanna would test this guy, her asking his name, him replying, "It's McQuade.  Some people call me Bobby."
   Joanna Blanc was like, all redneck blonde:  "Okay Bobby--here's the deal.  You beat me in a race down on them back roads down yonder, I'll give you a cherry kiss with with angel-puffed lips."
   Joanna couldn't believe she was flirting, and almost carnally, and with the southern something like farmer's daughter verbiage.