" Jim ... Thompson?" Tommi asked incredulously. "She's dating JimThompson?"Sara snorted. "More than dating. I figure they've been having sex forat ...least the last 4 months."Tommi shook her head, her mouth hanging open. "What could she possiblysee in _that_ loser?"Sara shrugged. "He was the starting linebacker in high school, and hisdaddy got him a good job at the mine. So he's got some money to throwaround impressing Liz." But..."Sara took another sip of her soda. "I figure they're made. ”“Come on and I’ll fix you some pancakes for breakfast,” Mom said and we went in.I was sitting at the bar in the kitchen and Mom was talking. I was looking out the window on the opposite side of our house from Melanie’s. I saw a little red sports car convertible drive up in the driveway and ran to the window to see who was driving that pretty little car.I was shocked to see a real tall woman about Mom’s age and size get out and walk around to the side of the car next to our house. She leaned. The young nun felt the blade cutting into her cunt lips, leaving tiny slits in the swollen flesh. Her cunt juice flowed into the small cuts, creating a kind of hot, searing pain that was mixed with the thrill of the direct contact of knife against pussy.Sister Mary Katherine writhed, yammering once more for mercy and getting none.Jack slipped the blade back toward her asshole, cutting another long pink path along her thighs toward her ass.Sister Mary Katherine knew she was shaming herself right. Sheriff James suggested that maybe he could find her a place to stay, and even provide her with a day’s work on Sunday, so that she could earn a few dollars for the repairs to her car. He told her that tomorrow was the annual “Fall Love Feast” here in Bible Grove. The first Sunday of October, the whole town gathers in the square for a dinner to celebrate the love, and friendships in their lives. “It’s sort of a hoakey festival,” he said, “but it’s.