So finally finding a rest stop was a relief for me.I walked into the men's restroom and headed for the urinal. Just as I unzipped my fly and started t... pee a big black guy walked up next to me and started to take out his cock to pee. I tried not to sneak a glance at his cock but because I could tell by his fumbling he had trouble pulling it out of his tight jeans. Just as he pulled it out , I looked down and could see a large black cock he glanced over at me."What you looking at white boy?" he. Familiar with the religious practice, she gave me a puzzled look, probably wondering if I was motivated by piety or some pseudo-scientific fad.Working efficiently and meticulously, I kept busy. While scrubbing pans, I watched Sister Joan at her computer. Again she reminded me of Ms. J; my glucose-deprived brain wondered if she was just as hairy under her habit and might even have red toenails.As each hour passed, it was harder and harder to focus on my tasks. Feeling bloated and edgy from too. Leaving the house at 7:10 a.m. I’m at the road in time to catch the 7:30 a.m. bus into Wagga Wagga. I take the taxi to the airport and the mid-morning flight to Sydney. I only have the one bag, and it qualifies as ‘carry on’ luggage. A couple of hours later, in Sydney, I get lunch at one of the airport restaurants and I take my time travelling across from the domestic terminal to the international terminal. Buying a book, some chewing gum, and some jelly beans along the way.At the Qantas desk I. Paula had seen Charlotte and there had been nothing in any way amiss with her appearance. She wondered whether the increasingly erratic Commandant were losing her reason.If Charlotte had been shocked and terrified at the savage and unwarranted award, she did not show it. With that calm acceptance of discipline that was the hallmark of the elite Guard she had saluted smartly and returned to her duties. Paula stole the occasional glance at the soon to be flogged Charlotte and marvelled at her.