"I wish I could tell you how much I love you, but I do not think there are enough words."

She looked back into his eyes, gave him a return kiss on the lips and slapping his butt she said: "we should wash up, our guests will be here before you know it."

I am not sure how the readers might feel about this. Some people tell me, that as an author I am supposed to make a serious effort at becoming invisible. It is a very difficult thing to do. I too was a soldier and a tank commander in the Yom Kippur war. Though this is not my story, I was also cooking stuffed grape leaves on that day and I also had a wife and guests on that day. My wife was equally gorgeous, but we did not have any sex on that particular occasion so I went to war horny. Looking over Joel's shoulder, so to speak, I am thinking:

"Hot damn Joel, I love you and I love your wife Hanna. I wish you the best of luck and I hope that you make it back home in one piece."

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A/N: I do not yet know how this is going to turn out. One thing is for sure, I can totally visualize Hanna's ass and I can almost (please forgive me) see Joel taking her from behind in the kitchen. I get so pissed when authors kill a character that I fell in love with and sometimes I would throw away a book only half read when that happens. Of course we all know that Joel is going to war, right?  So, I pledge to do my utmost to bring Joel back to Hanna intact. Still, most of the time, stories take on a life of their own and the poor author is helpless and unable to control their flow. In this case, if that happens, I promise to cease and desist writing at once.

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As a teenager Joel used to go to the synagogue on the major holydays and hang out with his friends - outside of course. They were a bunch of not exactly Orthodox Jews (except one) but they would go to the synagogue on Yom Kippur - Day of Atonement and Rosh Hashanah (New Year's.)