The Masada Faktor by Naomi Litvin Page B

long time walking around each location but didn’t see anything that I perceived to be clues. Later I would compare all the photos.
     
    Last on the list was the Old Synagogue and I proceeded to that area. According to the brochure the building had been constructed during King Herod’s time as a horse stable. At the time of the Great Revolt, it had been converted to a synagogue by adding rows of benches and a separate back room. The sacred Torahs had been found in that back room in two dug out pits made for storage.
     
    …long since my brave men, we determined not to serve the Romans nor any other save God… Josephus Flavius
     
    Needing to find some shade, I found an out of the way place to rest and drink some water that I had brought in my thermos. There was a partial wall behind the synagogue with a little nook behind it and I had just sat down in the dirt with my back against the wall when the vertigo hit. I took a long drink of water and closed my eyes.
     
    A loud voice woke me up from dozing. “Wake up Natasha!”
     
    I recognized Saul’s voice from our telephone conversations and had seen his picture on Facebook, but was so shocked to see him in front of me that I gasped and then let out a squawk. He put a hand over my mouth. I pushed him with all my might and he lost his balance and fell down.
     
    “Saul?” Despite my surprise, I noticed that he looked better than I had imagined, in fact he was in very good shape, wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt, actually handsome with salt and pepper hair, clean shaven, and intense blue eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?” I wanted him to know how upset and frightened I was.
     
    “Calm down,” he tried to soothe me, “I was able to get free and thought I’d catch up to you. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” He was laughing and that made me even madder.
     
    He pulled out a silver flask. “Have a swig of Jack Daniels.”
     
    I was flabbergasted. He had told me long ago he was clean and sober. Obviously, I was in for some surprises with this guy. “Okay,” I said, and grabbed the flask taking a healthy pull as I noticed it was engraved with a large aleph , the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet.
     
    “My father gave me this flask before he died.” Saul took a long drink.
     
    “What was your father’s name?” I took the flask again.
     
    Almost in a mocking tone, Saul replied, “His name was Hershel.”
     
    The name Hershel was quite familiar to me but could it be the same Hershel in Mother’s mystery? Before I had a chance to process the information properly, Saul planted a close mouthed kiss on my lips.
     
    “Look Saul, if you are a real man, then give me some tongue.” And then we were on the ground and I was on top. I was wearing a summer dress and I reached up and pulled my panties to the side.
     
    I was the aggressor, in charge, and at that point I wanted his cock inside me. I would think about his father later. “Hurry up Saul, before anyone comes in here.” I was breathing a bit heavily at this point.
     
    He unzipped his cargo shorts and what popped out was rigid and of a decent size. He started to talk and I said, “Just shut up.” By that time I was plenty wet and grabbed his prick and guided it in. I started riding him like a bull. The rhythm began and the world was tilting. Then everything went black.
     
    I awoke to see a circle of people gathered around me asking me if I was all right. Saul was gone but my dress was back down where it belonged.
     
    I pondered why Saul had disappeared and then the realization that Saul was the son of Hershel the Kapo hit me. He was part of the Nazi plan. He had pursued me online for those many years for this reason only. He had laid in wait for me. Baiting me. Befriending me.
     
    I planned to get even with him. He had not only betrayed me, he was betraying the entire Jewish world. I swore revenge right then and there. Still, I had fucked him. Did I feel guilty? No. But I would find