The next morning when I got out of bed and took my morning leak, I was amazed to see brown pee! I mentioned it at breakfast, and my mom called the do...ctor who said to come in immediately.We went to the doctor's office, and after I repeated the brown piss, he said that was blood in my urine and that I had a bruised k**ney. By this time, it hurt to even walk. He suggested I spend a few days in hospital, so it was off to St. Marys Hospital for me.At that time, St. Marys still had a lot of nuns. She smiled at me and swimmed to me and shook my hands.Then went on with her swim, often giving me a smile.When she was done,she sat next to me.We spoke about our jobs,life, rent,etc.Then she asked me about my boy friend.When i revealed to her that i was a lesbian,she was suprised.But she didnt have any apprehensions.She gave me and approving smile.But i could sense a curiosity in her smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Then we went our ways.After a week i met her again in the elevator.We smiled. Some of the students were quite clearly relishing the thought of having sex with her, but she could see that some others were rather less sure. It was those she addressed next."Not all of you will always be having sex with exactly the kind of woman that you may prefer at the moment. But sexual technique isn't about æsthetics or choice. It's about performing well, and you'd better get used to it."She picked up a large black dildo attached to a specially designed belt and strapped it around. For years I had always assumed that mine was chocolate, but after the events of this story, I'm not so sure anymore.I should probably start with a few introductions. My name isn't Maria, but we'll go with that for now. I'm about average height for a Hispanic woman making me shorter than most the white girls I grew up with, with slightly broader hips than I'd like, and smaller breasts than I'd wish for. Though I'm not stacked by any means, I'm not flat, and catch men staring at them frequently.