She pictured Grandpa at the lake in his boxer briefs. For his age, he was in amazing shape. Tall and lanky, he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. S...e liked the grey hair on his chest. It looked so soft she wondered what it would feel like to run her hands over it. Why was his chest hair grey yet the hair on his head silver?She squeezed her thighs again. Grandpa’s mouth looked so kissable. What would it be like to kiss him? She’d never kissed a guy. How did it feel to brush lips against each. ”“Liar! Satan has possessed your soul worthless sinner!” She said with fury.“Once Mother Superior, once I did transgress, only once!”“Wicked! Wicked man! Oh you will repent and you will atone for this depravity. You bury daggers in Christ's heart with your illicit desires!” She hissed at him with acid venom.“Mother Superior I wish to repent and atone. I will submit to your judgement.” Father Mortimer fell to the carpet in total submission.“Rise sinner,” said the Mother Superior. “God alone can. My mind reeled at the possibilities. I told him I would agree, but I wasn’t into pain or bl**d or vomit. He seemed satisfied with my conditions. George ordered me to kneel down on the floor, and rest my chest across the coffee table. I took my position, and he brought my arms behind my back, and handcuffed my wrists together. I could feel the bl**d rushing up to my head and back down my spine. I shivered in anticipation. George stood behind me, and slipped a black blindfold on me, covering my. "Not if it means I have to spend one extra minute in this place. I hate sick people." I replied."Far as I am concerned you can check out now. But since it is late, why don't you stay the night and leave in the morning. No sense trying to get settled in with that leg the way it is. Give it till tomorrow, then go home and start working on a rehab schedule. Stop by my office next week about this time, and I'll check the incision to be sure it is doing okay. You can change the dressing everyday..