We simply reject the lies told about him. The lie that irks me the most? The myth of Aryan-looking Jesus. Please, go to the Middle East and visit any ...country. From Morocco to Palestine, from Saudi Arabia to Syria. See for yourself. There’s a real shortage of Thor-looking dudes down there. Plenty of brown-hued, black-hued and bronze-skinned people, though. As a Middle-Eastern Jew, Jesus lived and preached among such people. He wouldn’t hate us people of color the way Aryans living in North. Snip ... snip."Let me do some," pleaded Ivy, reaching for the scissors.Heather passed the scissors to her friend and Ivy took over. Snip ... snip. The girls kept passing the scissors back and forth, meticulously removing the hair. John scooped up most of the hair and put it in an envelop to keep as a souvenir. When the girls were done, they sat back to admire their work. Ms. Kraus lay with her arm draped over her eyes."Okay, Ms. Kraus," John said, "take a look at the cunt you haven't seen for. I returned his smile. But I felt the blush spreading down my face and neck when I thought about the image of me that he must have in his mind after last night. But I tried to sound calm when I wished him a good morning.He walked up, stood beside me and casually placed his hand on my ass.I jumped and looked him in the eye. I started to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing but he smiled and suddenly I had no words. I knew it was wrong. But some warped part of my brain decreed that if. “Maybe you’ll last longer tonight.” I lied to make him feel better as I slid a finger into my wet snatch. Much to no-ones surprise we didn’t get around to making love on either Saturday or Sunday night. “Are you busy?” I asked Sean as I kicked the office door closed behind me when I took him his morning coffee. “It’s Monday…but I’ll make time for you if it’s important.” He said with a puzzled expression on his face. I placed our coffee on his desk, making sure that he got a good.