Home / Fiction / Astray

Astray

By on October 30, 2012
Prev5 of 5Next
Use your ← → (arrow) keys to browse

Astray 3

“Your girl is more beautiful every day, just like her mother,” the rabbi said, greeting her as she stepped into his office. She left the girl with the rabbi’s nanny and locked the door behind her. “You are not supposed to be here by yourself,” he added.

‘Teach her,” she pleaded, ignoring his remark. “Please.”

“I can’t. Your father, her father would never approve! Much less everybody else, you know that.”

“But you taught me not that long ago! Why can’t you teach my daughter?”

“Yeah, I did teach you,” he said gently with a chuckle. “And look how well it ended. Not a day has passed by that I don’t think about you.” He was smiling, but his eyes were saying something else.

“Please,” she repeated. “She would be a wonderful student, much better than most you have.”

With his hand on her cheek, he refused for the third time.

“What if I get her father’s approval?” she finally said surrendering to his caress.

“He would never agree to do it.”

She paused, took a deep breath and looked at him in the eyes.

“It surprises me you wouldn’t approve your daughter’s education,” she said without a flinch. “That’s not what you told me before; I didn’t know you’d become such a hypocrite.”

“My daugh– what are you talking about, you know I only have so–” he stammered, shaking his head in confusion, and that’s when it hit him. For the first time since she met him, he was speechless.

With eyes wide open, he approached her in few firm steps, cornering her against the wall. His hands went straight to the piece of cloth over her head, throwing it to the floor and liberating her hair. She never cut it after the marriage; she kept it long under a tichel or a hat, waiting for this exact moment.

And unlike the first time, the kiss was perfect. Magical. It was the result of years of longing for the stars to align again and give them a second chance.

Prev5 of 5Next
Use your ← → (arrow) keys to browse

Dirty Di has the stuff that you want; she is the thing that you need. So if you're feeling devious, and looking glamorous, let’s get mischievous and polyamorous, because you live only once, so be sure you got it right. And if you don't, try again.
Related Items