"What are you?" Brian asked.“I’m a mannequin silly, but thanks to the magic that brought me life, the sexual energy I absorb from your cum makes m...e a little more human. Just-like-you." She put a finger against the tip of his nose."So--what happened? Did a witch bring you to life or something?" Brian was only halfway joking."I was merely a toy in a sex shop, if you`d believe that--when suddenly a fairy grabbed me and zapped me with a little of her magic.”"That`s...crazy," Brian said. "So--" So. Literally nowhere. 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.. “Okay…” I said, not knowing what to say next. “Can I talk to your sister about it though, I mean, I don’t know if she’d be okay with it or…” “She will be”, he said, “I know she will be”. “How do you know that?” I asked, “Has she said she’d be okay with it?” “Yep”, he replied. “So she said that over breakfast too?” I asked, seriously thinking the whole thing might be a joke. “Sure”, he said, “So you’ll come over tonight, ready for everything?” “Um…yeah…I guess” I said. “See you tonight then”, he. “No thanks,” she replied. “The kids need to be awake early to greet the day.”She gave me a quick kiss and was out the door. First thing I did after the muffin was to take a shower and dress for the day. I left the wet parka to drip dry over the tub. The shorts and sweat shirt, I washed in the small washer and dryer stack unit. It had been expensive, but worth every penny of it.When I was all clean and sanitized, I dressed in pretty much the same kind of outfit as I had taken off. The one I wore.