He and I met through a mutual acquantance and one day he invited me to Iran. This was actuallly OK because I was working NOC for some USAID shit. Anyway part of my thing was to preserve Persian gardens many of which were on the grounds under his care as a mid-level cleric.

One day while on site, in a small but very comfy apartment in an outbuilding of probable Zoroastrian build, he came to me and said there was a rare night blooming purple flower. I followed him out to the garden and he led me on, beyond the hedge to a small clearing with some blooming purple flowers. That's when he pulled up his robe and exposed himself to me. I ran, right through the hedge and grove and some villagers found me and I told them what happened and ALL the boys in the are had sore bum holes due to this giuy. I managed to hitchhike out of there and ever since I didn't like him.