She opened the door, allowed me in and closed the door behind her. She stood between me and the door. I noticed her smile. Very Mona Lisa-esque."Siste...r, I am tired. I shall see you in the morning."She did not move. Instead, she tore open her robe, whipped off her wimple, exposing the most beautiful, the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. Taken totally by surprise, I stood there, mouth agape. I also noticed my trousers tenting. Sister Margaret, seeing my dilemma stepped closer. closing the. I found the lap lap of the small waves very settling. I had a place behind a stone wall where I could sit out of view, alone to my thoughts. I still had no definite plan other than to avoid my Mom until Dad got home tomorrow evening. I decided not to go home until late, and made up my mind to keep away from my friends too so that she would not find me. Finally school time approached and I made my way to the school gate. I saw her car parked near the gates as I was coming along, so I climbed the. ’ Jim had an impulse to set the old guy straight, to tell him that he didn’t show up because he was ordered to, but because he chose to. He didn’t say anything, however, fearing to set off an argument that he would later regret. ‘Well, do you?’ Wertz asked again. ‘Do you want to know? Maybe you already know.’ ‘I’m all ears, Mr. Wertz. ‘You’ve got a date with Hildy tonight,’ he said. ‘I know that already.’ He regretted the wise-ass answer as soon as it left his lips. ‘Hildy’s my daughter.’ Jim. “An old fashioned punishment, Beth,” Angela Strabolgi had noddedhappily when the girl rushed to her to complain, showing her reddenedknuckles and striped palms. “Serves you right. You’re a real brat! I’d havedone the same myself. In fact, what you need, my girl, is a damned goodspanking. And the way you’re going, Little Miss Trouble, you’re going toget it very soon . . .” It was half-term, and a week at home was allowed. Beth wasn’tterribly.