“Let me get this straight. You went to college, right?”“And grad school!” She added.“You were athletic and played on any number of teams?”...��Oh yea, field hockey, softball, track, even sailing.” She listed.“These were all women groups, often coached by other women, right?”“Yes, nearly 100% female.” She confirmed to me.“And you have never even kissed a girl, let alone did more?”She replied, “Nope, never. Never had the urge. Even when some of the girls did, it was never my thing.”I sat there for a. Because as I speak my mom thinks I am up here making my peace with you. Yes, she’s here. Waiting. She’s down in the lobby with one of her Reader’s Digest condensed books in her hand. And for the first time since you came here she feels good old man. She thinks I am up here telling you I love you, I look up to you, I need you. I can live with that lie, knowing that it’s finally time for you to face what you did to us all. You bastardized our entire family. You lied to my mother, you hurt us all. Now, there is no doubt that Brenda has always been more sexually excited by the existence of the blue gym bag than either Dee or me, though I must admit it has brought us all many hours of pleasant diversion. We've watched the pornographic videos, and I let the girls read the books, which they did together in Dee's room. And they loved to experiment with the nipple clamps and vibrators, though they usually seemed to think it necessary to ask my permission before they delved into the treasures. As Stella stood up she said to the mother superior. No thank you I'd rather just go to my next class and get today over with. Thank you for caning me, I hope it will teach me in future to think before I act. Sister Agnes please escourt Florence to her next class, said the mother superior. As Florence was led away still sniffling her bottom stinging, she thought to herself I really don't ever want to be caned by the mother superior again! That evening Stella lay face down on her bed getting.