I should know you, she told the stranger in the mirror. I should recognize that face.Sister Mary Frances was Maura's spiritual advisor. She had been g...ven the controls for the device in Maura's head. 'Obedience and humility' is what the device would insure, Hiroshi told her at the beginning. Damned right. On her first day at the convent, she'd had a taste of the way the device worked.On the first morning after arrival, Mary Frances had awoken her with a bucket of cold water. Maura's first. For the first time in my life, I was living alone and what a wonderful feeling it was. On the Monday at the book shop, I was a person of interest.Gone had the black leather lace-up boots along with my restricting rather heavy brassier. The only thing covering my modesty was the flimsy material of my ankle-length dress. I was almost eighteen and rather well developed. I loved that delightful rather naughty sensation of knowing just how vulnerable I was?I was making up an order of three of our. I touch your soft, smooth skin and cover my fingers with the organics of your shape. And while under this shower water your contours are so much fresher. I skim over your surface, I feel your feminine curves magnified beneath the palms of my hands, reminding me of why I like women and confirming to me that I love your very essence. So, I continue having fun doing this simple, healthy exercise. And as I cleanse you with my happy hands, they enjoy going the scenic route and happen to pass over. I didn't exactly give up on her but, by the end of the week, I was looking for other solace. The object of my attention was Betty, a short, buxom girl in Grade Nine. Rumour had it that Betty was putting out for Grade Twelve guys and also one of the male teachers and that she 'fucked like a mink'. And, when I made conversation with her in the hallway, the way she simpered and thrust out her big tits at me seemed to confirm the rumours.By chance, Ann came by and, although she pretended not to.