One night, Sabra was sitting in a car with a boy who began kissing her passionately while removing her dress. She started to sob.
"Why are you crying?" he asked.
"I am afraid you will take me for the wrong kind of girl. I am not that kind."
"Stop crying -- I believe you."
"You are the first man," sobbed Sabra.
"You mean I am the first man to do this with you?"
"No. You are the first man to believe me."
The Dhammapada: The Way of the Buddha Vol-8
