Some musing last night...

Those men who are jealous of the apparent or real virginity of others are those who spend their lives taking it away from them. But jealousy cannot be conquered -- so it must stay -- this cannot end.

Imagination gone wild (or not really, depending on your definition)

I can still imagine her like in an unwritten scene of my crazy screenplay ['Kill Antonuk' - an intellectual spoof of 'Kill Bill'] -- sitting at the end of a long conference table, two suits of armour with spears stand against the wall behind her as if guarding. But only to her immediate right stands a living guard -- Flukas -- who, by the order of a single hardly noticeable nod, sounds the death sentence for anyone who steps out of line of her liege's expectations. No one outside hears the shots ring out, for the room is soundproof and windowless, and has no doors save the entrance and a trapdoor to a chute where the bodies are dumped (but not without being overkilled beyond recognition for the sake of example).