”“Right.”The Reverend looked at Oscar for a moment, appraising what he knew, and then said, “I suppose it is time for the Rabbi to begin the f...inal exam.”Oscar frowned and asked, “Final exam? I didn’t know there was a final exam.”“Oh yes. For the next five days, you get to tell the Reverend all that you have learned. I’ll grade you on your performance,” the Rabbi said with a smile.With a sigh, Oscar said, “In the beginning...”For the next several hours, Oscar discussed the Torah with the two. I have to admit that I wasn’t one of those simple-minded citizens that relegated the sobering consequences of the struggle to that basic area of contention between the sovereign states. My primary reluctance to shrug off the evil of slavery as the main reason for the hostilities was because I had long suspected that the root cause was really the “States Rights” issue that threatened the very existence of the Republic in a way that slavery could never do.Of course, that was a losing argument to. She urged us to really make out, "like the hot models in your magazines". Whoa! She knew? Well, that cat was obviously out of the bag! Of course we both knew exactly what she meant, and it was so exciting and pleasurable that we didn't hesitate and started to really kiss! It wasn't my first time kissing a girl with tongues like that, and yet in this situation it almost felt like it was my first time, so exciting and so erotic, and I totally loved it. I didn't realize it but while Sarah and I. It must have been one Linda wore when she was really young. It was tight around her chest and made her tits stick out, and clearly showed her hard nipples. Next came the skirt. It was a flair type skirt, but when she got it on, it was only about 2” below her pussy. Next came those damn sandals again. She really hated them. They hurt her feet and she knew her ass would be plainly visible all day, and they also made her walk with more of a swing.Finished dressing, she went down stairs to find her.