”The message went over my head. A nun would never say anything like that, so, obviously, Sister Lucretia could not possibly have said what I just he...ard. I stood there some more, looking stupid.“Miss Beaver, we can do this one of two ways,” Sister said. “Either I can call your parents and tell them what a wicked daughter they’ve raised, or you can accept your punishment now, and we can keep this between us. The choice is yours. Which do you prefer?”“Please don’t call my parents, Sister.”“Then. It was all too much. For May the pulses had proved beyond her limit, her mind suffering from overload, the world going dark she slumped forward, the weight of her body overbalancing the machine as she landed with a crash on the carpet, the now disengaged imitation cock still thumping the carpet with its regular hideous buzzing. The crash of Mays decent had Jim leaping from his prone situation and as he swung himself to his lovers aid, dragging the machines plug from the wall, his still dripping. ”“Okay. If you have any questions about what’s around here, feel free to stop by.”…What did I just say? Didn’t I just say I hate people!“Oh, thank you. We might just do that.”David flashed a nervous smile my way. I honestly had forgotten he was there. He was so quiet. His wife’s bubbly personality was more than enough to turn me off to both of them.I watched them walk back to their house. They held hands and looked so in love. God, I could’ve puked. I remember thinking I could go a decade. . To drill all her holes.. I started to plan on how to do it..I quit my job and started business. My wife and children go often to hometown on festivals and school vacation.One day while she was working and I was talking to her. Conversation went on till she was about to leave. I used to close the door when she steps out of the door. Just when she said she wast leaving, I could not stop myself and with some courage I held her hand and told don’t go wait for some time. She tried to pull her hand.