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morning after the wedding, to show off this proof to the entire community.
    Or that you could return your bride to her parents if she didn’t bleed that first night.
    But he really had always thought somebody would check.  Apparently not; his rebbe said he didn’t need to do anything with it, just leave it for the hotel staff to take care of.
    Now that she’d bled, he wasn’t supposed to sit on the bed, to touch it, lest he have thoughts .
    He knew exactly what kind of thoughts he wasn’t supposed to have, now.  Thoughts of what he’d done to her last night.  Thoughts of the way she’d swallowed him up, sucked him i nside her warm womanly hole, tight and quivering all around him.
    He shuddered again.
    He heard Raizy running the shower.  Good, she would be a while.
    Beryl sat on the bed.  Forbidden, but he didn’t care.  The bed was so warm.  He leaned over, to smell her indentation.  And in the center of the wrinkled sheets, that smear of blood, mixed, he supposed, with his own juices.
    Almost before he knew what he was doing, he licked it.  A taste of salt, of metal, but mostly – of course – the starched smell and taste of fresh hotel sheets. 
    But also the warmth of the sheets; the feeling of her body pressed up against him in the night, when she had been dreaming and probably hadn’t realized she was doing it. 
    Combined with the thing that happens naturally to every boy – to every man – first thing in the morning, it was too much.
    Emboldened by the sound of the shower, he reached into his pants and felt his dick, streaked now with her juices, mingled with his own. 
    D amp with sweat – and bursting with neediness.  He wrapped that white sheet around himself, rubbing the bloody spot right against the head of his cock. 
    Stroking it up and down until, imagining himself inside her once again, he couldn’t hold back any longer. 
    He burst; coming with a fresh smear of creamy-white cum leaking right through the blood spot. 
    He gave an involuntary barking noise, then cleared his throat so she wouldn’t be suspicious if she heard.  Clearing his throat to mask the grunts as he pumped himself empty, over and over again, onto the sheets they had shared.
    He wiped himself with the sheets all over – his balls, his tr iangle of hair and up on to his belly.  Smearing his own juices everywhere, rubbing up against her blood.
    It may be forbidden… but it felt very, very good.

CHAPTER Eighteen          
    Raizy
    So this was married life. 
    Niddah , she moved into her new apartment with Beryl, an apartment her parents had helped them find.  Niddah , she unpacked the brand-new dishes into the cupboards.  Niddah , she undressed in the bathroom each night and went to bed alone.
    Each day, she probed herself with a white cloth to make sure her vagina was still free of blood.  Today was Day Three.  After Day Seven, she could go to the mikveh at last.
    But first, she had to find a job.  The apartment was lovely, but her parents couldn’t continue paying for it month after month.  They had promised to help for two months until Raizy found a teaching job.
    After that, they’d get by on her income, plus whatever st ipend Beryl got from the yeshiva.  She could look forward to shopping in the kollel store, with the other wives, buying bruised, dented, cracked packages for half price.
    And pray for a good dental plan, for herself and her chi ldren.
    “Any luck?” Beryl asked her at lunch one day.  If she wasn’t niddah , she’d have strangled him by now, she was sure.  Maybe that’s why every night this week they were out, hosted at lavish sheva brachos parties in their honor.
    “I’ve called around to a few schools.  Gotten a few nibbles.”
    “Great,” he said.  “What grade do you want to teach?”
    “Doesn’t matter.”
    “Really?  You don’t have a preference?”
    “Not so much.”
    “What made you decide you wanted to teach?” he asked.
    “What made you decide you