When a commercial came on I turned and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned and opened her mouth to my insistent tongue. When the commercial was over w...e parted breathlessly. I tried to kiss her again, but she said, "commercial."Fortunately there are a lot of commercials on Monday Night Football. By half time I was kissing her passionately and feeling her breasts over her dress with each pause in the game. I was a little disappointed that she had chosen to wear a dress where there was no way to. She could look the part of an illiterate peasant, as he knew her grandparents had been. Teresa had used raw intelligence (and her stunningly sexy body), fueled by a passionate hatred of the drug traffickers who had murdered an older brother, to claw her way into and then up the NASO hierarchy.Moreover, Rutherford knew she wasn't going to give up because it was David. He was a friend but he had been more than that. They had become lovers almost as soon as she arrived from the Central American. As I walked out my bedroom door, I hoped this wasn't all for nothing. I ran all the way back to Kayla's and when I got there it was just as expected."That was quick, we just ordered cheese pizza!" Kayla told me.I nodded, looking around for Brenden, but I couldn't find him.We studied for a while and ate dinner together while Brenden ate in his room upstairs. I felt like I did something wrong. I felt stupid and disappointed. Kayla suggested we got ready for bed so I ran to the upstairs bedroom. And punishments she certainly faced for advanced training was every bit as horrific as they might have anticipated. For a start, the blue-clad Sisters who were their instructors became even less tolerant, if that was possible. They assumed the Novices had reached a certain level of competence and even the slightest deviation from what they had been previously taught was punished severely. It was assumed they knew the basic prayers and chants and dances so now they had to learn the more.