Rivka 9

Our second gathering, Cindi addresses the crowd, "remember the fun game we agreed to play? Whoever's name is drawn, hasta tell their most embarrassing story."
Roars of approval. As it dies down, I say quietly, "I promised no such thing."
Cindi grins, "fine then be a wimp if you choose. Now as we agreed two per evening. Myself, how about that? It was back in high school, our family was visiting the grandparents' farm." She goes on to give a long and outrageous story of being caught in flagrantis during bestiality.
As I listen, I realize it's harmless to give my story.
My name is drawn next. "It was during my final year of high school, two months away from grad. Up til that point, I'd been hoping to continue on, do post secondary."
Pin drop silence, they're all leaning forward attentively.
"I was doing volunteer work at the synagogue. One of my jobs was the e newsletter. We-ell someone hacked into the program. The title line was untouched, but when you opened it, it was a huge ass mooning you, all drawn in tiny swastikas."
Loud laughter.
"The caption said you've been e mooned by Siegfried the Great, Kommandant of the Warsaw Ghetto."
They're convulsing with laughter louder than for Cindi; Cindi even looks a little envious.
As it dies down, I continue, "anywhere other than ultra Orthodox, that woulda been laughed off and the culprit found or not eventually. Not so the Black Hats, zero sense of humor. All my so called friends and that wimp I was supposedly engaged to dumped me."
Their looks are now sober.
"So I finished high school, left. It was after that they discovered it had been done by the Rabbi's own son. I coulda gone back, but by then decided I didn't want to."
Cindi breaks the awkward silence with, "in honor of the event, we all draw a swastika on each ass cheek, something for Rivka to aim at."
It proves to be a hilarious event and I decide in future to always provide some novelty in my routine, keep the girls happy.