The wedding was a spectacle, but the maid of honor, Tiffany, stole the show with her speech. “Miniskirt Maria!” she crowed, champagne flute in hand. “Back in Kappa Delta, she had the pick of the litter—quarterbacks, centers, those leggy European models, all 6’4” or taller, tripping over themselves for her.” The crowd chuckled, but Tiffany wasn’t done. She turned to Logan, smirking. “And then there’s Logan. Sweet, dependable Logan. A little… vertically challenged, but we love him anyway!” She sauntered over, patted his head like he was a puppy, and the room erupted in laughter. Logan’s cheeks flushed, and Maria’s smile froze. She could feel the eyes on her, judging her for settling for a “short” man. Humiliation burned in her chest.

Months passed, and the newlyweds struggled to conceive. Maria, desperate to start a family, confided in Tiffany over wine. “Maybe it’s Logan,” Tiffany said, swirling her glass with a wicked grin. “You know, I heard about this place called Tall Man Village. It’s in, like, some remote state—Montana or something. Only the tallest, most virile men live there. They could… help you out.” Maria scoffed, loyal to Logan, but Tiffany’s words planted a seed. A “girls’ weekend” was planned, and before Maria could overthink it, she was on a plane.

Tall Man Village was a surreal pocket of paradise, nestled in a valley where every man was a giant. The moment Maria stepped off the bus, she felt a pang of guilt—she loved Logan, his gentle touch, his unwavering devotion. She was here for answers, not betrayal. But then it happened. A hand clamped over her mouth, strong arms pinned her down, and ropes bound her wrists and ankles. Her heart raced as 25 men emerged, each a towering Adonis, 6’4” or taller, all Russian or Guyanese, their muscles gleaming like they’d been oiled for a bodybuilding contest. The first man approached, and Maria’s eyes widened at the sight of his… endowment, roughly the size of a Pringles can. She screamed, “No!” out of duty to Logan, but a secret part of her—the part that still remembered Miniskirt Maria—whispered, *Yes.*

One by one, the men took their turn. Maria’s protests melted into moans that echoed through the valley, louder and wilder than anything Logan had ever elicited. It was primal, overwhelming, a symphony of satisfying pain. When it was over, Maria hobbled back to the bus, her body aching in a way that felt like victory.

Back home, Logan greeted her with a kiss and a hopeful smile. “I missed you,” he said, pulling her close. “Maybe tonight?” Maria winced, claiming exhaustion, the soreness between her legs a guilty secret. A month later, the pregnancy test was positive. Logan was overjoyed, spinning her around their cozy kitchen. “We’re gonna be parents!” he beamed. Maria smiled, but her heart sank. The baby wasn’t his. It belonged to one of those giants from Tall Man Village—she just didn’t know which one.

As the years passed, their son, Jamal, grew tall and strong, his skin a rich shade that stood out in their mostly pale suburb. He shot up to 6’3” by high school, a star athlete with a jawline that turned heads. Tiffany, ever the instigator, would wink at Maria during family barbecues, tossing out quips like, “Wow, Jamal’s got those *tall* genes, huh?” Logan laughed along, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of suspicion. Still, he never wavered. He coached Jamal’s basketball team, taught him to tie a tie, and loved him fiercely.

Maria watched Logan with their son, her heart swelling and breaking all at once. Logan was the best man she’d ever known—kind, steady, and hers. Yet every time she looked at Jamal, she saw the shadow of Tall Man Village, a reminder of her betrayal. And Tiffany, damn her, would never let it go, always ready with a jab about “Maria’s type.” The world might see her as the woman who settled for a “short” man, but Maria knew the truth: Logan’s heart was taller than any giant, and that was the only height that mattered.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5729627&forum_id=2#48959337)

Evil Jews shaped them like that. US Jews themselves, however, are smarter about mating.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5729627&forum_id=2#48959382)