Finally Rose came to me late one afternoon after the Tea Room closed. ‘Jackson, you’ve been around long enough to prove I can trust you. You haven...’t stolen … I’ve watched. And you haven’t approached any of my guests … I’ve watched that even closer. It’s time now to continue your training and apprenticeship. Gather your things. You will be living at my house for a time.’ No more explanation, she turned and left the room, fully expectant that I would follow her directions. When I went to my cot. ”Pointing to the raised dais in the rear of the small courtyard, Father Guilliame looked at the Sister of the Most Holy Order of the Most Blessed Virgin and asked, “Shall we begin?”“Yes,” she replied as she turned and moved to the appointed place.The Father followed the Sister, his hands clenched behind is back. He stopped once he had stepped up, his beady eyes following the sister. He licked his lips as she turned and faced him, her hands removing and folding her veil.Sister Benedicta shook. “I don’t know,” he said. His voice was low, and she could hear the pain in it.“Well what happened?” she insisted.“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said.“Not acceptable,” she said shortly. “If you’re going to come over here all broken up about something, you have to tell me about it.”“I’m not all broken up,” he said.“You want some milk?” she asked.“No thanks,” he said.“See?” she said dryly. “When was the last time you weren’t interested in my breasts? You haven’t even looked at them. So she asked. “Could you explain that to me, Sir? I like listening to you.” “Sure. To me, admittedly as a man, what is important is that a woman should know what she wants, and should be comfortable with admitting it to her trusted partner, no matter what it is. From what you’ve told me, girls like your roommates strike me as concerned more with what they look like in comparison to others, and whom they are seen with. Things like that. Without even knowing it, they’ve succumbed to the male.