Light My Menorah

Yes, fellow Jews, it's the passage you've all been waiting for. The Do the Jew special on BBRC. Rebeccah Love Margolin's latest passage, "Come on Baby Light My Menorah." This passage has gone down in Jewish history with other such classics as "The Living Torah," "Exodus," and anything by Mel Brooks. Now, it's time to give the Jews their voice in this stirring passage. So enjoy "Come on Baby Light My Menorah."

Herschel sat looking at Miriam through the window. They had been seated at the same table during dinner at the Moskowitz's annual Channukkah party and he hadn't been able to take his eyes off her the whole time. Had he been mistaken, or had she been glancing at him too? She had gotten up and gone outside to smoke a cigarette after the meal. She was all alone outside and this was the only excuse Herschel needed. He excused himself and stepped out to the front porch.
"Mind if I join you?" Herschel asked. Miriam turned around, surprised.
"Oh! You scared me. Of course, I could use some company."
"It's a beautiful night," Herschel said, looking at Miriam. Her bright blue eyeshadow accentuated her eyes. Miriam blushed.
"Yes, it is. Not too cold, is it? I could stay out here for a long time." She began to move closer to Herschel, looking deep into his eyes. Every step she took toward him matched the beat of the music everyone inside was dancing to.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah." Herschel pulled Miriam close and the two kissed, deep and penetrating.
"God, I've wanted to do that since they started serving the Gefilte Fish," Herschel said.
"Me too! Take me, Herschel!"
With that, the two collided in passionate ecstacy. They kissed though mouths tasting of potato pancakes. Slowly, Herschel lowered Miriam to the floor and put his hand up her gold sparkly sweater. She removed her Linda Rich glasses and started to undo his braided belt, then his khaki pants with the crease down the center. Her hands moved inside his tightie whities and she released his Kosher Dill. Her hands then wandered inside his knit sweater and she caressed him. Herschel's body tensed and he put his face into Miriam's Challah dough bosom. He unzipped her skin-tight black pants and slid them down. As the two united, the guests inside were shouting as the dreidle spun. No one heard the ecstatic moans from outside. As the two thrust together, they could feel the inevitable climax. Finally, the wave of pleasure broke over them like an eternal light. Miriam raked her long, fire engine red nails down Herschel's back as the Mezzuzzah fell off the door. Exhausted, Hershel and Miriam lay together in the glow the eight candles exuded. Herschel looked deep into Miriam's clown-like eyes.
"Well," he said, "you sure know how to dance the Hora."

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