We Jews are persecuted wherever we go..." Not all Jews," disagreed Juan Valdez, an elderly man whose mattress lay adjacent to Tamara's. "American Jews... are no more persecuted than they ever were." They aren't Israeli Jews!" complained Tamara's mother. "And precious little welcome do they give their fellows. Did they help us in our hour of need? Did they help clear the Holy Land of the Palestinian scum?" I have to warn you not to use language like that," said Benita firmly. "Whatever grievances. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t have let me. As I stood, I remained aware of her body, craving her touch, my distance to her like a wound that needed closing.When she told me I was no longer marked, I couldn’t believe it. It seemed like a way for her to distract me, until I looked in the mirror and saw my skin unblemished. It had been such a weight on me. My body felt broken and unattractive, and I knew Fiona deserved someone beautiful and whole. Having to cover it all up made it feel like it. I know you've been thinking about it ever since we watched her performance at the party last night!"He gave a low laugh and squeezed my thigh roughly, causing me to jump from a combination of pain and it tickling. He continued their conversation through me."Yea, Viv, you were right. I can't believe she's ours for the whole trip... she should be a lot of fun with everything we have planned. And I can't wait to see you two playing together - that's gonna be so fucking hot!"Mrs Smith... or Vivian,. All those lonely nights, his thoughts would drift back to her, and the road disappeared in front of him.After months of wondering about her, torturing himself, with her blue eyes, AJ had enough, and headed for Indiana, and the hope of Rachel. AJ’s grandparents still lived in Indiana and a visit, was long overdue. He had been away, for so long, sixteen years, and Indiana was calling him home. After the usual hugs, and “glad your home”s, got out of the way, it wasn’t long before AJ jumped in.