"Were you pleasuring yourself?" Oh, Reverend Mother, I am so ashamed. How can I seek your forgiveness?" My child, why would you need my forgiveness?"T...he novice's crying stopped completely and she stared at Mother Superior with open mouth and wide eyes. "Because I sinned. I'm not worthy to be a nun." Nonsense!" What?! We were taught that--" I know, I know," Mother Superior said despondently, hanging her head and shaking it. Then she looked up. "But if that made us unworthy to be a nun, there. It was comforting, knowing that it would be followed by the soft sound of his tread on the bedroom carpet, and his first words of the day to her. She glanced up once more, letting her gaze linger on his nakedness, smiling as her eyes drifted upwards to his face, her hands resting on top of the neatly folded stack of lingerie, her hazel eyes full of affection as Jack tossed his towel over the edge of the laundry basket, exchanging it for a clean pair of black boxers. "What you got going on. "So what are these friends of yours like?" I enquired a little later, matter-of-factly so as to exude an air of cool seniority and avoid sounding too interested in underage girls. Though the fact was that Ally Tranter had unleashed in me an unquenchable desire for sweet young flesh."In what way?" Sophie enquired, the words accimpanied by a coquettish smile and the twiddling a few strands of blonde hair around a slender index finger.I meant, of course, what did they look like? Sophie knew I. Do you think you'd be up to it?" No, ma'am. Is there weight room?" Not for the regular gym class, just for the athletic teams."I looked out over the gym. There were a pair of basketball courts separated by a jumble of gymnastics equipment but I spotted a speed bag, a heavy bag and a climbing rope. "Do you have any gloves? I could work with the punching bags."I started with the speed bag. I'd gotten into a steady popatta-popatta-popatta rhythm when a circle of girls materialized to watch. The.