”She opened her mouth and shut it again. I waited.“I didn’t hear any sirens,” she eventually said. “My boyfriend and I, we’re at college t...gether, we were on our way home, for the long weekend. He was driving, I must have been asleep. I suddenly woke up, I could hear brakes screeching, and he was shouting and cursing, and then ... everything went black, and I woke up, there were flashing yellow and red lights, and blue ones.“A lady, I think she might have been a paramedic, I heard her saying. You’ve made my love of Hanna greater without affecting my love for you. I almost said yes at dinner, but I had to talk with Hanna first. Now, when would you want us to have children?”“Whenever but no pre-wedding pregnancies. I know we’ve lived together for over a year, but we’ll be moving to a new house and country, I’d like to wait four to six months before that would happen. Otherwise I’m at the giving end of that equation. Once you’ve two decided to become pregnant, not much I can do about. I related to you earlier how Sister Natalie would either ask one of the nuns to come into her room or she would go into the sister’s room where they would spend at least a half hour together. I didn’t find out the purpose of those visits till later. When the two nuns came out of the room, they always looked more relaxed than when they went in Their faces always looked freshly washed. Anyway, the Saturday before the “Diocese Game” I heard Mother Superior’s familiar refrain: “Sister Mary Cecile. Take me as an example. Always entirely enamored of, infatuated with and completely submissive to all things feminine, a true devotee of Female Supremacy, my lifelong fantasy has always, since before I can remember, been to find a position as the submissive sissy maid and sex slave of a commandingly beautiful, dominant Goddess, spending virtually all of my time that was not devoted to domestic duties with my sissy face, mouth, and tongue smothered by and buried in the delicate, sweet, pungent.