" Certainly, Father. Follow me. I'll take you to the guest quarters. You may conduct your investigation in the morning."I followed her down the hall t... a sparsely furnished room, passing small groups of nun's as we made our way. "I noticed three different habits, Sister. Would you mind explaining them?" Certainly Father. the black habits are those of us belonging to the order. The white habits are our three novices. Girls exploring the way of life here, away from the distractions of secular. 'If all else fails and the man is inside you doing it, relax and go with him, you stand a better chance of survival'. Her voice echoed in my head, I had attended **** therapies and that last sentiment rang true, let the perpetrator think you are enjoying it and he will let you go, even give you his phone number for more meetings.When these men are caught and brought to court, they always say we were up for it, and this is why, never mind that some of us actually get off being forced then get to. .So I was up and already getting my stuff together when my phone rang, Or, actually, my special, secure games phone. Which, to be honest, I thought was either (i) a mistake or (ii) some sort of intentional but bollocks update from one or more of our security / technical / organisational overlords.What I really didn't expect would be that it would actually be a personal call for me. And never in a million years would I have anticipated what I was immediately told...Chief Superintendent. Layla spread her legs and gripped the lacquered top of the subwoofer. She shivered uncontrollably at the myriad of sensations roaring through her body and mind. “Fu-fu-fu-fu-ck!” She struggled to stutter. I grinned and took off my jacket slowly. Layla stared at me through glazed eyes and inhaled hard when she realized I was taking my clothes off. The siren like vocals begins again. It coos and seduces, warning all who will listen that love is a dangerous drug, no matter how much you take,.