The Rabbi

Quickly you run over to the Rabbi's apartment and bang on the door. He beckons you in in a calm voice. When you enter you see him sitting at his kitchen table twirling a spoon through a cup of tea. He seems sane. You sigh.

"Rabbi, are you aware strange things are going on here?" You ask hurriedly.

The rabbi is old, probably in his 70's and he does nothing hurriedly. He nods.

"It's okay," he says. "I can help." You breathe a sigh of relief. Although never much for any religion this man seems wise.

"What should I do?" you ask, trying to calm down.

"There is a girl who lives across the hall," he says. You nod. "She is a young girl, eighteen or so. Do you know this girl?" You think for a second but aren't sure. The Rabbi continues. "Her name is Hiam I think. She is an Arabic girl, very pretty." You suddenly realize who he's talking about. He's right she is a very pretty Arabic girl with a tiny petite body and caramel colored skin. However you aren't sure what she has to do with this and how it'll help you. The Rabbi smiles. "I've been sitting her thinking about her... wondering. I'm pretty sure she's never been with a man, and I've been wondering, since she's Muslim, if it's more of a sin for her to have an old jewish cock shoved down her throat or shoved up her ass." You sit there in shock.

"Would you like to help me find out?" The Rabbi asks.