" My god, Cindy, I've got to get that tape!" Too late. Alecia sent it out overnight delivery yesterday." Where? To whom?" This is the good part. She s...nt it to the nephew. That ought to stir things up!" David?"Jennifer felt the pain cut through her like a knife blade. Cindy saw the expression on her friend's face."What is it Jennifer? What's wrong?" Cindy, I'm the whore on that tape. Tremper drugged me twice with Jip and I went crazy when I should have been helping Lisa, and those three women. Even lying down, it was clear that the man next to her was massive, over six feet tall, barrel-chested and broad-shouldered with cropped hair turning to grey and a mustache to match. With a mischievous grin, the woman ducked her head down under the covers. Somewhere down among his midsection, a pelt of fine bearskin began to lift and fall in rhythm, up and down. The massive man smiled in his sleep, as though dreaming of pleasant things. Then his back arched, and the pelt shifted. His eyes. “I know what it is…so let me read it” she moved my hands away and opened the chat. I could not resist her. She was bent down on my desk and reading. I was looking down thinking that this was end of our friendship and she would never talk to me. I looked at her face…she was reading with full concentration. Then my eyes slid from her face to her neck…her cleavage and to her tits…I think they were hard again and making an impression in her top. I continued my stare further…and could see her nice. The process of selection was well defined; a suggested new Mother Superior would be elected by the Sisters from among their number, by a secret ballot. It was forbidden for them to say for whom they had voted, or to canvass votes on behalf of themselves or anyone else. A Monsignor O'Leary representing His Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop would hear the choice of each of the forty-odd Sisters in the confessional and would convey the consensus to the Archbishop, who would confirm the choice, or.