This is a long story, with many complicated details. I couldn’t possibly get it all from my head to the written word, but I will try.
The nights in Tzfat were boring for David. He wanted to go somewhere, do something. He wanted adrenaline, but there was only the midrahov, one paved street that circled the mountaintop. We could walk the whole circuit in no time at all. On this particular night, we had been drinking. David suggested we go for a walk in the night air and I would follow him anywhere, anytime. He liked to be prepared (his First Aid training, you know), so he packed the glass bottle of chilled arak into his orange bottle carrier that had a strap to wear it over your shoulder, and his plastic shotglasses that were so imaginative. I honestly can’t remember if this was the first time he had surprised me with the portable arak picnic, but I was equally impressed each and every time he did that for us. We were pleasantly tipsy and possibly high as we headed for the midrahov. I don’t remember the walk to the High Point, but that’s where we went. It was secluded and dark and it seemed a bit naughty to be alone in the park when the rest of Tzfat appeared to be sleeping. David liked to sit on the bench, but I always sprawled in the grass. Not even once did I roll in dog poo or have something untoward happen. I remember laying on my back in the damp and cold grass, and looking up at the stars. I was disappointed that there weren’t ever very many stars visible in Tzfat. I thought the sky in Israel would be laden with stars like when I had gone camping in midwestern America. This night there were more stars than usual. It was late March and the fresh wind was chilling us. I wanted desperately to make love to David in the cold grass and I was writhing unabashedly in the field before him. I don’t remember all the details – because I was tipsy and happy and on top of the mountain in the wind. I went to be near David and we flirted in the dark, just us and the ruach. I knew that I had to go slowly with David and that he would only feel safe if he could make the first move, so I tried to talk him into making that move. Our conversation was a little risque. Basically I wanted him to know that I wouldn’t reject him if he were to desire me. He teased me that I should get on my knees, so I did. I got right down and laid my head in his lap. He commented that the feeling of my 46 double D breasts on his pants leg was so good. He stammered that he had been bluffing and didn’t realize that I would oblige his desires. He put the brakes on, but it was a lovely, intimate moment. David, myself, and the ruach. After a long while, he suggested we go home. We skipped down the mountain, laughing and playing, and holding hands. As we passed the Rimon Inn, we got caught! Rivka Gingee saw us. She startled me when she called out, “Shabbat Shalom”. It was nearly one a.m. and people were heading home from Shabbat parties. Rivka saw that David and I were holding hands. We looked like two teenagers in love. We exchanged pleasantries and we went south, while she went north. We weren’t supposed to be seen like that because of Yossi. “Oh, well”, David said and shrugged it off. That moment when Rivka saw us, that moment when we were holding hands and skipping past the Rimon Inn, that was the second time that I saw David happy, and it was the best night of my life.
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