The Oldest Profession

A long time ago, somewhere in the Middle East, a certain man obtained the services of a veiled prostitute. He promised her a young goat as payment for her services. She required his ring, his bracelet and staff as security to guarantee payment; he complied. Afterwards they went their separate ways and later he sent his friend, Hiram, with a young goat to retrieve his staff, ring and bracelet. The prostitute could not be found.

Three months later the same man learned that the widow of his long-dead son was pregnant. He sent for her to be burned as a whore.

When she appeared before him, she produced a ring, a bracelet and a staff. She claimed it to belong to the father of her unborn child. The man recognized it publicly as his property, apologized to her and sent her home; she went on to bear twin sons.

No, this is not fiction. It really happened. The name of the woman was Tamar. The man was Judah, fourth son of Jacob, second son of Isaac, second son of son of Abraham. This story is described with explicit detail in the oldest history book on record.

So if there was any doubt about the oldest profession, it been around with us for more than 3500 years.rolling on the floor laughing
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Evening Catfoot... not much to say from this side of the planet. All is well and I am getting a cool visitor tomorrow. My grand daughter will come for a sleep over. Yeah!hug teddybear
Hi Wel,
you are indeed a lucky woman to have them so close to you.

We had a hellava storm here earlier. Still raining.
wine hug
Eishh Angel,
I have broad shoulders.grin
drinking Cfoot: uh! What do that mean, Sir?
Sorry Angel,
It is an expression in my country meaning: I can take it.laugh
laugh Cfoot: Yeah! Take it, like a men. And men up! dude. . . rolling on the floor laughing
Certainly not going to lie down to take it like a woman?rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing
dancing Cfoot: As you wish, dude! Boo! crazy...Scared Ars!
Cat

I thought the oldest profession was ship building...... it was Noah building the ark!!
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motorcycle Cfoot: Its Right Here!.. very happy
Danny
Still a job reserved for males those days. No I'd say organized crime came earlier; if you go and look at Cain and Abel.rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing
Angel,
I saw one just like that and I let the air out both wheels. Oh me, oh my, oh my! Wrong bike?doh doh
@Cat. I thought the oldest profession was a food-tastercool grin
Sweet,
you may just have a point there! Sharp.rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing

It was expensive taste thatlaugh
Yes it was lollaugh
And we're still paying for it today.rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing
@Catlaugh And loving it, don't be shy. Admit itgrin
Sweet.
Are you kidding girl, nobody like to pay inherited debts.laugh laugh
If I'm not mistaken your local time is 10:52 on a friday night. Why are you not out enjoying your night.grin
Lollaugh nope its 9pm here, and after working all day non-stop. I just want to lay down, watch a movie till sleep descend sleep Tomorrow is Saturday, another working day. I have Sunday off thoughbanana
Sorry for taking long to come back, but one loses track of the time when on Skype.laugh I thought you might be off tomorrow. You are probably sleeping by now.
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I know I cannot always have what I want, but that does not make me want it less. Otherwise I’m easy to please, flexible, accommodating and forgiving. I cool down as fast what I get cross. I hate it when people lie to me. I’m hooked to my laptop, but [read more]

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