..She said "Who was that guy?"Several centuries ago, the Pope decreed that all the Jews had to convert to Catholicism or leave Italy. There was a huge... outcry from the Jewish community, so the Pope offered a deal: he'd have a religious debate with the leader of the Jewish community. If the Jews won, they could stay in Italy; if the Pope won, they'd have to convert or leave.The Jewish people met and picked an aged and wise rabbi to represent them in the debate. However, as the rabbi spoke no. “Fuck!”My fingers still skewering the soft flesh of my pussy desperate for a loving response.“Fuck!”Stomach dry heaving, mouth fungal filled and bile coated, panting forcefully as I jackhammer stiff digits pointlessly into crushed, unloved me.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”I explode; frantic helpless sobs shaking my entire body, the tears that were a trickle cascading down my skin, nose running, mouth open as the emptiness of my life and the ephemera of my fantasies blast forth to sunder the still air that. "She sighed and explained, "My foster parents didn't care that I wasalways around boys. They thought I was their girlfriend. My friend'sparents told them about our kiss and they told me that if I did it againthey'd show me what a real girl does. I hate how I felt, I can't helpmyself. I liked her."Quentin wrote something down to which Charles nodded. It was clear tothem that she was fighting her sexuality and the more she fought, theharder it was to remain true to herself. She was trying to. "Though I did kinda hope I'd get an apology from them...Might be a bit much to hope for, though." Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," Jonathan says with a smug grin. "Have youseen some of your fellow Angels' Instagrams recently? As in, like,today?" Umm, no, haven't checked them out," I say. "Why?" I stare on inconfusion as Jonathan grins, before turning his computer monitor aroundto face me. On it is the photo Charlotte took yesterday, or her frowningwhilst in front of the boutique... And to the side.