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Kiruv 5

“I swear, I look uglier. Does Divine Justice work like that?” he asked his reflection in the mirror.

“Dammit, Shmuley – are you almost done? I have to pee! I swear, sometimes you preen like a girl.”

“Since when do you curse?”, he asked as he opened the door. She inadvertently brushed his arm with her breast on her way into the bathroom. “I’m pregnant”, she said, before closing the door.

On the drive back to Brooklyn, Shmuley thought about the gaggle of masturbating thirteen-year-olds he’d be teaching when they got back. The old gaggle would be fourteen by now. Would the new ones be better – or worse? Esther had seemed very moody lately; she’d been crying a lot, but he supposed that was just due to the pregnancy. In any event, the added responsibility of a child to feed meant he probably would not be back at the nudist colony next summer. He wondered if he would ever see Erica again. He hummed a little, as he remembered her tits in the moonlight.

“Why are you smiling?” Esther asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about what a beautiful day it is, and how jealous all our neighbors will be when we tell them how we spent our summer.”

He wanted to add “and what a beautiful wife I have”, but he couldn’t. Every time he tried, the words got stuck in her throat. The truth was, Esther was not a bad sight to look at: She had almond-shaped eyes, the color of freshly cut grass and brown wavy hair that reached down to her shoulders. She was neither skinny nor fat. He wondered if her tits were as beautiful as Erica’s: He did not know the answer. Whenever they had sex in the dark, the curtains were drawn so as not to let in the moonlight.

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Shayna is a native Manhattanite whose interests include Torah, human rights, and poetry. An avid procrastinator, Shayna spends most of her time on Facebook, or watching any game involving the Brazilian soccer team. Brasil para Mundial 2014!