Lulu’s sisters, fully understanding typical male fantasies, had designed her to be the prepubescent little girl for which she had a natural resemblance. And as she appeared in the opening of the hut, her small size, delicacy and pretended fragility became apparent to the Stranger. The fact that she was demonstrably not a virgin faded from his mind and the chief immediately lost all perspective. She became the pure virgin vessel which he had always wanted, but without knowing it. And he would want her for forever, for himself alone, not to be shared with her two dozen husbands--none of whom (he imagined) had possessed her as he would. Her large nipples, painted for exaggeration, forced a tremble onto his lips. And he struggled for control as she came closer, as she slowly dropped her skirt, as she revealed crystal white pubic hair, a beautifully beaded pelvis, and the soft pink curve of her vega, now promised, but remaining out of reach.