She ran up the stair to the bathroom, without the robe.Refreshed from going to the toilet, Laylah walked to the sink and washed her face and hands. Sh...e heard some music playing real low as she was drying her hands. When she was finished, she stepped out into the hallway to investigate where the music was coming from. Glancing to her right, she saw a silhouette in a dimly lit room at the end of the hall; this had to be David's room. Was he still up? She had to go see for herself.Laylah stood at. I watched with absolute amazement as mom grabbed her breasts, squeezed them together and pinched the nipples.“You will have your turn.” Mom said with a mischievous smile.“I won’t stop you.”“It is always auspicious to begin the adventures on the bed,” Mom continued pushing me back gently. She pulled off her blouse and dropped her phanek and followed it up with getting rid of her bra to stand nude to the hilt in front of her eager son.“Wearing a brief on my bed is a crime,” Mom said laughingly. I. “The Pharisees wanted to make sure that Jesus wasn’t a mamzer. That was their only real beef with him back then, other than his youthful rashness. Should he even be allowed into the synagogue if he was a bastard? Naturally, none of them believed the actual story. Who would? Some illiterate peasant in a backwater Galilean hamlet couldn’t possibly be begotten of the Most High, let alone through adultery.“Mary was more or less forced to deny the claims of divine bastardy to save herself and her. And now I stood mocking my family's tradition, my culture's history, my own beliefs just to make a political statement with a man who could no more 'love' me than he could love a dog he'd found in the streets."William, if you are going to be sick, go to the bathroom." Father commented, rather nonchalantly. "Down the hall, first door on the left." I'm not going to be sick." I wasn't sure if that assured either of us.Father turned the page of his newspaper. "Really? I'm impressed. I couldn't keep.