When she finally left for college, it was as if the sun broke through, but even then, it would be hard for her to shake off the gloomy feelings of gui...t her mother kept heaping upon her; guilt for simply being happy.In the trunk, she found pictures of a very different version of her mother, young and all done up in the eighties’ fashion of shoulder pads and dyed-blond curls, short, colorful dresses, disco, ABBA. There was dancing and drinking, smoking and kissing boys, many boys, with. “Hey, Jess! Are you in here?!?”It was Sister Victoria, or “Vick” as Jessica knew her. Vick was one of her few close friends in the convent. For a nun she had very little modesty and often barged into Jessica’s quarters at the most inopportune of times. It didn’t particularly surprise Jessica that she had shown up at the worst possible moment.“I’m in here!” Jessica called from the bathroom “I’m not decent right now.”“Nothing I haven’t seen before!” Vicky. It looked like a surgery. It had a lot of medical equipment and there were three other women dressed as nurses in very tight short-skirted still strict uniforms. One of the women stayed outside while the other two, Mistress and I continued into yet another room and then I heard the door being locked behind me. This was uncanny, but had a slight proportion of arousal in it too.A strong chain was put around my waist, pulled rather tight and then secured with a padlock. That click was ominous. The. What is it about?" It is about your fellow thugs, Sir. What is your name then?" Thugs? I am Robert Woods. Rob." Yes Mr Woods. Thugs. I am Elizabeth White..." Uhhh... yes?" ... headmistress of St Lucia's..." Oh, the White Witch?" ... for young ladies. How dare you!" Sorry Ma'am. It slipped out. I expected someone much older. Frumpy." In your social circle, does this qualify as flattery?" What? No, no. Look, what can I do for you?" It's a delicate matter." Oh. Look, it might be a little quieter.