The *previous posting* spoke of the arrangement agreed upon between Jacob and his Uncle Laban, whereby Jacob would work in his uncle’s fields for seven years in exchange for Jacob’s taking to wife at the end of this period, Laban’s beautiful younger daughter, Rachel.
At the end of the last day of this seven years, Jacob – lean, bronzed, and otherwise in fine shape after his seven years toil under the relentlessly clear skies and burning sun of Mesopotamia – went to his Uncle Laban and said, “OK Uncle, now that I’m finished my part of our bargain I want Rachel now. I can’t wait to sleep with her. Where is she?”
“Not so fast, old chap” said Laban, “First we must have a feast to celebrate your taking Rachel to wife.”
“How long will this take?”
“Well, feasts being feasts, it could last well into the night, you know how these things go. You can wait a just bit longer can’t you?”
“I suppose so, but it will be difficult.”
Laban gathered together all the men in the area and they had a huge and boisterous feast at which Jacob was the guest of honour. So much was eaten and drunk that it was late into the night when the first guests began to leave. Laban said to Jacob, “Go now to your tent. In a little while I’ll send Rachel in to you.”
Jacob staggered (for he’d drunk much) into the desert night under its canopy of twinkling stars. He managed to find his tent, where he disrobed and lay down in the dark to wait for Rachel. After what seemed an eternity Jacob heard footsteps and rustling at his tent’s opening.
“Yoo hoo, Jacob, are you there?” came a young female voice.
“Yes dearest, I’m here” said Jacob, “please do come in and lie beside me so that I may put my loving arms around you”.
Jacob’s pent-up passion for Rachel was such that it overcame any negative effects of all the drink. The lovemaking went on nearly to dawn when the two lovers fell to sleep exhausted.
When Jacob awoke it was late morning. He looked over at the sleeping form next to him and saw………not Rachel, but her elder sister Leah.
“What are you doing here?” said Jacob, “where’s Rachel?”
“Oh darling Jacob” said Leah, “forget about Rachel. It was me who you made all that beautiful love to. Oh God, I was in heaven. I hope you were too, my darling. You sounded like you were.”
“Yes, I was in heaven” said Jacob, “but it was Rachel I thought I was in heaven with, not you.”
“Make love to me again, right now dearest” said Leah, “I’ll make you forget all about Rachel.”
Leah began kissing Jacob with such ardour that he couldn’t help but reciprocate. A second round of lovemaking ensued. This time, though, when he had slaked his passion, Jacob somehow found the internal fortitude to tell Leah to leave his tent and to not come back.
“Dearest Jacob” said Leah as she was leaving, “I’ll be here for you when you return to your senses. You know deep down that I’m the one that you want, not Rachel.”
Source: Genesis 29, 21-25