The Tale of Benji Shapiro

Part I: Seduction

I have never considered myself a slut. But that night, Benji Shapiro sure as hell made me feel like one.

I was walking along the streets of Jerusalem, when a black Fiat approached me along the sidewalk, blasting Nickelback at a volume that could be heard along the Gaza strip. The driver rolled down his window, and at that moment, I witnessed the renegade Jew himself; Benji was gazing into my eyes.

He told me to get in, and him being the irresistible clip-tip that he is, I couldn't resist. Michelle Fields had already occupied the front passenger seat, so I was forced to sit in the back.

After about 10 minutes of flirtation to the tune of Chad Kroeger, we arrived at his home. He immediately led us to his room, where he removed his pants and unleashed the beast that is his circumcised penis. Michelle seemed to have been used to it, and immediately began stroking Benji's kosher meat. This continued for another 10 minutes, at which point Benji invited me to join. I was about to venture on the greatest journey of my life.

I was not deterred by Benji's rough nature. I knew it was worth it, and I figured if Michelle could handle it better than the violent assault committed by Corey Lewandowski, I had nothing to worry about.

To be continued...