The Kluckers are determined to be martyrs for their pale version of Christ. Those asshats are in for a rude awakening at the Pearly Gates, if Jesus is...real at all. They’re not expecting an olive-skinned Mizrahi, are they?” Second Lieutenant Aaron Goldberg, one of my fellow nurses, observed with some Schadenfreude at the notion of their shock.“Yeah, I seriously doubt that they picture the Nazarene that way. Though if he is real, there’s better than even odds that they’d meet Old Scratch instead.. I looked over at where we kept the towels, she was going to be out here any minute. Without thinking I slid into the closet and quickly closed the sliding doors. Luckily that was the only door in the house that didn't make any noise when opening and closing. I peaked out into the room with what little opening I had left, and there I saw her walk out naked, her body shining wet as she grabbed a towel and wiped her self and then went back to the bathroom. I could hear laughing and giggling from. I felt like the whole world was waiting for me to make an appearance and mess up. I'm by nature a shy girl, but the occasional adventure like this is okay. I still had butterflies in my stomach though.The walk to the drug store was uneventful, other than a couple of honks in my direction. The small bra I was wearing was tight on the bottom portion, but the half of each tit that was spilling over the top was free to jiggle and shake about 6 inches with every step I took. I walked inside and on. You gave her a man? Why didn’t you bring me one, too?” chided Trashy Tracy as she put a hand to her hair and posed like she was a fashion model. She was about as far from looking like a fashion model as was possible on the street.“Tracy Darling, you already have me,” answered Harry as he hugged the bag lady and kissed her soundly.Amid shouts suggesting that they get a room, Tracy said, “Okay, Harry. I’ll hold you to that.”Smiling at her, Harry said, “I’m looking forward to it.”Dancing in place,.