Rabbi Gabrielle Ignites a Tempest Read Online Free PDF

discovery of a lifetime was
particularly puzzling. A single explanation came to mind—Tim was in
trouble.
    After several more days of frustration,
feminine fears leached into her consciousness. Had he found another
woman? That was a major risk when living with a man without being
married. Perhaps a younger lover had swept him off his feet. Such
premonitions turned fearsome, then bitter. A half-dozen phone calls
to Tim's apartment in Jerusalem produced no response, despite
imploring messages left on his answering machine. Finally, the
voice-mail ran out of memory. She resolved to wait another two days
before taking the only course of action that promised a resolution,
flying from Chicago to Israel.
    When Gabby Lewyn and Tim Matternly had first met as
divinity students a dozen years before, they became secret lovers.
Because at the time he was headed for a career in the Presbyterian
ministry and she in the congregational rabbinate, they refused to
let their relationship mature into a marital commitment. How time
proved their thinking wrong! What they liked to remember as nothing
more than a burst of hormonal puppy love continued off-and-on for
seven years. They met secretly when they could, indulged themselves
in wonderful lovemaking, fought, made love again, broke up, and
then reunited, only to repeat the process. Each time they came
together, they renewed a pledge: never, never to actually fall in
love. Their game plan was for Gabby to find a Jewish husband and
Tim, a Christian wife. When suitable new lovers arrived, a mere
signal from the other would trigger an immediate end to their
sexual relationship, if not their friendship. No hard feelings and
no lingering sentimentalities. Just a treasure chest of wonderful
memories.
    At the end of the seventh year, their resolve
was tested in a Manhattan hotel. While waiting for Tim to arrive,
Gabby brushed her teeth and blow   dried her hair, which periodically required
light coloring to refresh its natural brunette. During a previous
rabbinical conference in St. Louis, she stole away from the
meetings to shop in Union Station Mall. However out of character,
she bought herself a diaphanous nightgown and see-through bra at
Victoria’s Secret. Back in Washington, she tried them on before a
full-length mirror, judging herself to look utterly ridiculous. It
would take truckloads of seductive props to transform this
self-conscious professional woman into anything resembling a sex
kitten. But that night in New York, she wore them anyway.
    Tim Matternly saw things differently.
"Ravishing," he declared once inside her room, as she revealed
herself in see   through lingerie. She
stood high on her toes to kiss his bewhiskered chin. His arms
interlocked with hers as she led him toward the bed where they
sat.
    "When you called me on Wednesday, I was at
dinner with a friend," Tim said.
    "If your friend is female, I don’t want to
talk about her. I'll only get jealous."
    "A woman I’ve been dating for several months
now."
    "Do you sleep with her? I wouldn’t like it,
though I might be able to countenance a one   night stand. But if you’re sleeping with her on
a regular basis, I’ll find a bridge to jump off of. What are we
talking about here in the Upper East Side? Queensboro? Or is it the
Tri   Boro? I always get them confused.
So are you sleeping with her regularly, Tim?"
    He nodded to avoid actually saying that he
was.
    Despite a determined effort to resist,
Gabby's eyes glazed with tears. "She better be a great screw
because I don’t want to give lessons."
    Tim’s voice dropped a half-octave and lost
its customary joviality. "I've dreaded this moment. For all these
years, I feared you making a similar speech to me. Once I had a
nightmare that we were in a hotel room just like this, where you
said how you had found a man who’s crazy about you, with a dick
three inches longer than mine, someone rich, successful, and
smarter than you, which is somewhere between a double and