Ribald Classic: The Virgin Of Venice

May, 1968

For three years, Leandro remained desperately faithful to Cintia. He had left Venice on a trading voyage to the Orient and his head had whirled as he walked through the bazaars seeing the lovely, miniature, supple Annamese girls all around him. Or the soft, brown women of Luzon; or the exotic, inviting girls of Cathay. Though his brow often broke out in sweat from the feverish itch he felt in other places, Leandro remained a virgin.But all for nought. When he finally went back to Venice, his shi...