"Strip," ordered the blonde, "and make it snappy!!!" "Here," Amy Jo asked incredulously, while glancing around the stall!?! The blonde quickly showed ...er dom temper when she retorted quickly, "You fucking take them off or I'll rip them off for you, understand, cunt?!?" A shudder rolled through Amy Jo, and she commenced to remove all of her clothing, not stopping until she was standing naked in before the dominant blonde. Amy Jo's nipples instantly puckered up in the cool air, and the blonde. With that thought, I grabbed my linens and put them up on my bed. It was a bit of a challenge on a top bunk, but it only took a minute, and only a bit later I was asleep.***I awoke considerably later, with the shadows beginning to lengthen outside. Like most afternoon naps, it left me feeling pretty groggy. The clicking of a compute keyboard and mouse told me that Martin was looking around on the computer. At first he didn't take notice of me waking up, but my groaning and rummaging eventually. Yes, that is what she missed the most. Sister Bernadette was truly a lesbian at heart and only out of desperation had allowed Father Dan to fuck her. She confessed to me that he had only been her third man and her third fuck too. Her priest at home had taken her virginity when she talked to him about becoming a nun. Then the Cardinal had fucked her when she took her first vows. It only seemed right that her current priest have the same honor.I was the first woman that Sister Bernadette had been. She fit me in whenever I had space in my schedule and we had the time -- which was most every weekday, really."Well, I'll let everyone know your virtues," she said. "The yard-work related ones, anyway." She smiled and laughed, and I stood there, not a foot away from her, unable to touch her. It was kind of horrible, and stressed me out."I should go, Mrs. Cooke," I said."See you tomorrow, Brian," she said."Tomorrow!" I said, and headed home.Dad got up early and started the coals so they would be.