Rossman tells a rather funny story of a French teacher in a North African village. Until his appointment there he had never had any sex with boys, but his pupils insisted on taking him to the local hammam, and there they gradually started involving him in their sexual romps. Soon one student after anotherwas spending the night with him in his home. "They were sweet, sexy, naively innocent, and delightful. I'll remember those nights as among the happiest in my life. (...) In my third year in North Africa the chief of the village summoned me to his house. I went trembling, sure that I was to be punished for my sex play with the boys. He received me kindly, and over a cup of mint tea asked me why I had never taken his son to bed? It was true that I had rebuffed all overtures from the sun of the headman of the village, fearing trouble. 'Of all the boys in your school,' the chief scolded me, 'my son loves you the most. It is important for you to encourage that love or he will lose interest in his schoolwork, and I am ambitious for him to be the first boy from this village to go to the University. I promise you if you love him as he wishes, he will be your loyal friend for life.' It was true..."
After the man returned to France, the boy wrote him every year. Many years later the chief's son came to France, bringing his young wife along to introduce to his former teacher (a most unusual act for an Arab!). He invited him to come back an visit their village. "He says al my former pupils will welcome me warmly, and also their wifes and sons."