Sister Gwendolyn, meek submissive of fair skin and dark hair like myself. Every order the Abbess gave she seemed to take a special delight in executin..., no matter how bizarre or irrational. Sister Mary, meek as Gwendolyn, quiet and passive. Without a single desire but to fulfill the wishes of Abbess Clarissa. It was only in my imagination at first that Cordelia would visit me. I would invent scenarios, fantasies of how she might sneak into my cell. Particularly in the wee hours of the night. ”“You make it sound like marriage, or maybe a treaty,” she said.“Kara, go talk to her. Get the details from her. You, too, Julie. This will affect all of us. I’ve got that class tonight, but I’ll be here around eight in the morning for breakfast before I go into work.”Jake kissed Kara and Julie goodbye and rushed home, getting there before Shannon or Ellen. Carol was gone. Jake found a note from her on the computer desk.My dearest Jake, I had a wonderful time today. Thank you.Those other guys. He watches her through her window, cloaked in darkness its easy for him to see her, luckily she hasn't closed her curtains. he noticed her at the store when he was shopping for a few groceries. he hadn't really been looking for someone but when he saw her he was entranced. her long red hair (obviously not natural but a beautiful color nonetheless), blue eyes, big breasts. he'd had to linger over items waiting til it looked like she was close to finish shopping so he wouldn't have to wait to. ..To ensure that the Hon Richard Winslow would fall into my clutches I had become betrothed to his fiancé, the beautiful Hon Anne-Marie Archer. She was totally unaware of her fiancé's past misdemeanors, and his sexually diseased activities. I had no compunction in revealing them to her and she had quite willingly betrothed herself to me. I was aware however that the lovely Anne-Marie was easy with her affections, and despite our proposed betrothal. I suspected she would give herself to any man.