She should tell Nate about this, right? Tori argued with herself even more than usual, knowing it would hurt him, and every moment she continued lying... to herself was a moment that he was going to hurt more at the end.But she couldn't hurt him right now so she decided to just lay still and let her body bask in her boyfriend's arms as her soul soaked in shame.* * *Things were certainly going better for the other Vega s*ster who was currently wrapped up in the sheets so tightly with Robbie that. We aren't a particularly with-it bunch. I was a bit afraid of come-ons, but received only a couple, and I was surprised how subtle they were. I didn't know the guys had it in them. Not that I was the least bit comfortable with what was implied.Michael wasn't one of them, thank God. In fact, I hardly saw him, and I even thought about whether he was finding ways to avoid me completely. It physically hurt when I did see him and thought about what he'd undoubtedly read and thought of me. Michael,. I watched them make whoopee many times - in almost every room of the house. Sometimes I had to circle the whole house to find which room they were doing their nasty things in. One time, it was the kitchen table – where they eat! She was in a tight yellow dress when he snuck up behind her.Before I knew it, he had her dress hoisted up over her bottom, panties down (she actually had them on this time), and she was bent forward over the kitchen table. Again, this is the same table they would later. Sr.Francis turned to Allison,and smiled a smile of satisfaction."Thank you,Sr.Frances,I will deal with the errant girl from here",the Reverand Abbot said.Sr.Frances left and for a few moments there was silence.Allison stood rooted to the spot while the monk returned to a book he was reading. Suddenly Allison jumped with fright as the monk closed the book with a thud.He glared at Allison again."I am Reverand Abbot Benedictus Gropius and I am what is called a "Father Confessor",I have heard.