strategically placed along the surface of their bodies.
Desperate, the supreme commander of the Ari smuggled himself into the enemy capital in an attempt to decapitate the Osto leadership. With only a dagger in hand, he managed to sneak into the Osto palace and enter the king’s chamber. Seeing the king facing away on one side of the bed to clip his toenails, the commander soundlessly crept up and slit the throat of the queen. In a final bold move, he set his sights on the king. Seizing the regent’s shoulder from behind, he raised his dagger to strike again, but stopped when the king said something strange.
“Ooh, a little to the left.”
Taken aback, the supreme commander of the Ari moved his hand a little to the left, his dagger still poised to deliver the final blow.
“Oh, yeah! That’s it. Keep going,” said the king, leaving the Ari supreme commander in an awkward position.
In fact, the Osto king was enjoying himself so much that he didn’t seem to care when he turned a moment later to find that the person giving him the massage was not his wife but his sworn enemy who had come to assassinate him. Although the two men did not speak a word to each other for the next several minutes, both statesmen felt that they had reached a common, perhaps historical, understanding and all through a simple touch.
Over the next few days, the two leaders negotiated a truce between their peoples. The Osto would return the Ari’s spice mines with their apologies and, in return, each Ari would devote ten hours per week to massaging an Osto. With regards to the delicate matter of the brutal murder of his spouse, the Osto king was particularly gracious.
“Bring me another wife!” he had called to a servant.
And so, Fresseria Beta came to know a level of tranquility the likes of which it had never seen in its history. The Ari returned to their fabulous orgies and the Osto loosened up and relaxed thanks to Ari massages. This harmony was only to last for the briefest of periods, however, because armies of the Salvia tribe from Fresseria Alpha had been waiting patiently in orbit for centuries. Unlike Fresseria Beta, Fresseria Alpha had no spice mines and the Salvia, a society of innovative pastry chefs, desperately wanted a supply of spice with which to lightly dust their confections. Sensing weakness on the part of the peoples of Fresseria Beta, the Saliva took this opportunity to use their aptly named obliteration ray to obliterate both the Ari and the Osto.
Although the story of the Ari and the Osto is a sad one, it did have an enduring positive influence on the rest of the cosmos. You see, the universe took notice of their special bond and, in death, the Ari and Osto began a tradition that would spread far and wide, long outlasting the hated Salvia…the art of massage therapy. Many peoples throughout time and space owe a great debt to the Ari and the Osto and humans are no exception.
Jude was walking through the streets of Boston with a sense of purpose now. There was a spring in his step because he had remembered all of the details of his one and only appointment of the day which, he now recalled, was scheduled for twelve thirty. If he walked fast, he might not even be late. The meeting was important for his ostensible career but, as he spent little time working at his stated profession and even less worrying about working, it had nearly slipped his mind completely. In fact, he might never have remembered if not for the hissing cat in the doorway of the Starbucks. You see, to spite his parents, Jude had chosen a job so pointless, so utterly frivolous and inconsequential that it practically defied the mind to think about it. But, of course, that was the point. One day, after an exhaustive search, he saw a listing for this particular line of work in the Boston yellow pages and immediately fell in love with the idea. From then on, Jude resolved to devote his full attention to
Desperate, the supreme commander of the Ari smuggled himself into the enemy capital in an attempt to decapitate the Osto leadership. With only a dagger in hand, he managed to sneak into the Osto palace and enter the king’s chamber. Seeing the king facing away on one side of the bed to clip his toenails, the commander soundlessly crept up and slit the throat of the queen. In a final bold move, he set his sights on the king. Seizing the regent’s shoulder from behind, he raised his dagger to strike again, but stopped when the king said something strange.
“Ooh, a little to the left.”
Taken aback, the supreme commander of the Ari moved his hand a little to the left, his dagger still poised to deliver the final blow.
“Oh, yeah! That’s it. Keep going,” said the king, leaving the Ari supreme commander in an awkward position.
In fact, the Osto king was enjoying himself so much that he didn’t seem to care when he turned a moment later to find that the person giving him the massage was not his wife but his sworn enemy who had come to assassinate him. Although the two men did not speak a word to each other for the next several minutes, both statesmen felt that they had reached a common, perhaps historical, understanding and all through a simple touch.
Over the next few days, the two leaders negotiated a truce between their peoples. The Osto would return the Ari’s spice mines with their apologies and, in return, each Ari would devote ten hours per week to massaging an Osto. With regards to the delicate matter of the brutal murder of his spouse, the Osto king was particularly gracious.
“Bring me another wife!” he had called to a servant.
And so, Fresseria Beta came to know a level of tranquility the likes of which it had never seen in its history. The Ari returned to their fabulous orgies and the Osto loosened up and relaxed thanks to Ari massages. This harmony was only to last for the briefest of periods, however, because armies of the Salvia tribe from Fresseria Alpha had been waiting patiently in orbit for centuries. Unlike Fresseria Beta, Fresseria Alpha had no spice mines and the Salvia, a society of innovative pastry chefs, desperately wanted a supply of spice with which to lightly dust their confections. Sensing weakness on the part of the peoples of Fresseria Beta, the Saliva took this opportunity to use their aptly named obliteration ray to obliterate both the Ari and the Osto.
Although the story of the Ari and the Osto is a sad one, it did have an enduring positive influence on the rest of the cosmos. You see, the universe took notice of their special bond and, in death, the Ari and Osto began a tradition that would spread far and wide, long outlasting the hated Salvia…the art of massage therapy. Many peoples throughout time and space owe a great debt to the Ari and the Osto and humans are no exception.
Jude was walking through the streets of Boston with a sense of purpose now. There was a spring in his step because he had remembered all of the details of his one and only appointment of the day which, he now recalled, was scheduled for twelve thirty. If he walked fast, he might not even be late. The meeting was important for his ostensible career but, as he spent little time working at his stated profession and even less worrying about working, it had nearly slipped his mind completely. In fact, he might never have remembered if not for the hissing cat in the doorway of the Starbucks. You see, to spite his parents, Jude had chosen a job so pointless, so utterly frivolous and inconsequential that it practically defied the mind to think about it. But, of course, that was the point. One day, after an exhaustive search, he saw a listing for this particular line of work in the Boston yellow pages and immediately fell in love with the idea. From then on, Jude resolved to devote his full attention to
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