”Figures.“And Karen.”Yep.“Together.”Really!“And Tamsin, and Bobbi and Kate.”What! That is just about everybody we know. That’s our ‘...gang’ … ‘the girls’ … and I can see us all together; drunkenly eating curry in the Indian, queueing in the rain to get into our favourite nightclub, giggling and gassing as we down shots, check out the tightly trousered talent and bitch about all the ‘slags’ and ‘whores’ parading up and down in “I wouldn’t be seen dead in that” outfits. Yet all the time Pippa’s. I pinched her jaw. 'You with me? You still here? You feeling this?' She wouldn't answer to any of my questions. There was one sure way to find out. The nail was nearby within reach and I selected it up and got the point to her nipple tip. It was more like a nipple plateau, she was so big and flat and round. I twisted the point to indent her. 'No. Shit no. What do you think you're doing?' 'I'm waking you up. I don't want you drifting away from me. What had hurt me so turned out to be a blessing of sorts because finally my blood eased Kevin’s passage and the searing pain dulled as he continued to fuck me. When he reached around me to maul my breasts and twist my nipples, I let the tears flow freely, but I did not cry out. At last he came, pinching my nipples even harder while the spasms shook him. A moment later, he pulled out and left me there without a word. He took me again that night, in our bed, but it did not hurt so badly because I. He has also explained that I cannot remain here at this institution in the state I am and so you have now to make a choice; either Father Murphy and the Mother Superior will arrange to send me down to another convent even deeper in the country and more isolated than this one which is where convent girls who've got themselves in trouble like me are sent and where they are hidden away from society until after their babies are born... or I will be expelled. I don't know what to do, daddy, and I'm.