Grab the mail as you pull into the driveway, start microwaving a frozen tray of brown, dark brown and yellow calories, and pour yourself a stiff drink...before searching in vain for anything recorded on TV. Friday night for a single man, you'll drink to that.There wasn't much point in leaving work on time anyways you told yourself, why rush home to this? It's been the routine since your daughter Kylie left for school, studying painting at Boston Institute of Arts.The house seemed so immensely. No one was in sight and my clothing had been taken, I was completely naked and alone. As I mustered the strength to get to my feet and realized that a note had been left on me. The note read if you want to leave go back to the truck you came in, if you don't will keep you in the woods and start again. I took a moment and searched around trying to find something to cover myself with, because it was still daylight but I found nothing and then went to the edge of the woods, looking out to see if. Smith replied, with a grin, no doubt referring to our last encounter on Tuesday.("Very well, proceed then. Will ten minutes suffice, or will you need more time?")"Non, Mademoiselle Smith. Je crois que dix minutes sont plus qu'assez." I replied.("No, Ms. Smith. I think 10 minutes is more than enough.")"You are so dead..." Megan said, under her breath."We'll see about that after you orgasm a couple of times..." I replied.We headed back towards our seats... Megan never said a word out load the. " Well and good, but if I am to become Sister Lucia again, may I do so at a different Convent?" she asked."I'm sorry. You will still obey and go where you are sent. However, I think you will find that the Mother Superior will welcome you with open arms, if you understand me," he replied.A vision of Mother Superior's ugly, frowning, moustachioed face and bulky habit floated before her mind's eye. For the first time she realised how the woman had come to catch her with Marie; she had been.