All she had on, in fact, was a towel, wrapped around her body. Another one had her hair bundled up inside it. The one around her body was knotted in t...e front, a little to one side, which meant the gap in the rest of it gave tantalizing little glimpses of the front of her body ... below her breasts and just enough off center that only high thigh was exposed. Or maybe it’s low hip. I don’t know what it’s called. All I know is it’s skin that isn’t exposed when someone is wearing clothing. Any. What is it that's really bothering you?"The novice looked at Mother Superior with wide eyes. She looked terrified. "It was what we did before dinner." You didn't like it?" No, I liked it very much. But..."After a tense pause, Mother Superior asked, "But?" I shouldn't have. We're both women." We are all women here. We pray together. We eat together. We work together. And we also provide each other the physical pleasure our bodies need."The novice's eyes got big and round. "You mean you do it. .. I’m the last.”“Six?”“Yes.”“Out of seven?“I thought I had it bad. Two older brothers and a younger sister. Six? Are they all still living?”“Not for lack of trying.”That drew a chuckle.They began to reminisce. First came the ‘not for lack of trying.’ Heard from their corner was a lot of ‘no shit’ and ‘they lived?’ And some riotous and raucous laughter, interspersed with quiet grins and knowing smiles.Then it came down to the Prom. Grace was in full spate when she noticed Jenny. Jenny was. His loyalty always emboldened him and now was no exception. "Stop!" he yelled, before getting quiet. "First of all, you're not a slut. You're a nice girl that I want to be friends with."Carrie Osterling was a troubled young girl. Most people thought this, but nobody understood the depth of her trouble and what that trouble was. She was a really good lay. She was proud of her ability. It gave herself a sense of confidence and an identity. The problem was she hated sex. She hated men. She hated.