She wasn’t the only nun in the Convent who believed that asceticism should spread to an abandonment of clothes and who took pride in displaying the ...acrifice of her hair to Christ. Such nuns were however in the minority, and were still very strict about adorning robes and covering their heads when entering a Church. The Church, it was felt, is a place divorced of flesh or temptation, although, as the Mother Superior mentioned, this was not the attitude of the Blessed Whores. Their congregations. After another moment I stopped and stepped back, keeping my arm around her waist so she wouldn’t fall. She pushed her hair back and gave a throaty laugh. “You haven’t lost your touch.” “Thanks.” Lia followed me into the ladies’ room as we went to straighten ourselves out. We weren’t as much of a mess as I feared, apart from Lia’s dress. We were sweaty, out of breath, and our makeup was a little worse for wear. On the other hand, we probably looked like anyone who’d just spent some time on the. The windows were boarded up – not even the standard lingerie displayed tastefully under subtle lighting – and the entrance at the rear was a decrepit wooden garden gate, paint peeling, leading down a path of wobbly, twisted paving. As I ducked under the door and stepped down two steps, there was a crappy old movie booth. The thought of sitting anywhere in there and knocking the top off it turned my stomach. I continued in.This was sex stores circa 1955, not the clean, brightly lit. " Lenore quietly swore in the recesses of her soul that she would earn the chance that had been given her.And that was another thing – Kostowe had begun calling her by her last name once she'd sworn to defend the Constitution. She'd only seen him briefly Friday, as she was closing the boat up, he'd come to offer her his congratulations, and she'd hugged him impulsively, a gesture he'd returned.One thing she did on Saturday was hard to decide to do. Dillon and the Gunny had both told her that.