She sighs, strips off her clothes, the same ones she wore last night, then steps into the shower.The hot water pours down her face and water, washing ...way the dirt and grime but not much else. A hand runs over her breasts, down her belly and over the heavy organ hanging lifelessly between her legs. Things have been crazy since that night she put on the strap-on, from the visions and experiences to everything she has learned and in between. She stands there, absorbing the hot water trickling. But knowing the power of sex, she had no illusions about vigorous enforcement. Even Sister Catherine, when she was Mother Superior, had not made the sisters account for their every minute. There was some unstructured time, and walking along the island paths in a prayerful attitude was part of their mission.How many babies should they make? Julie did some figuring. Sister Kira was now 15. The chances of a sister getting pregnant above the age of 35 were small enough. Sister Ida had died a few. "It was Kimbra's turn at scalding the nasal membranes. Finally she recovered. "Okay, okay, so you're pissed off and horny. Why don't you make like the yellow pages, let your fingers do the walking." That's what I do all week long, Kimbra. Weekends are supposed to be special." What?" she shot me a wicked look, "you don't have a bedside companion." Huh?" Ah-hem! Mr. Reliable. Pull out your Dirty Weekend Dildo. Flip the switch on that old vibramagic orgasmatron!" Oh, no," I shook my head, "that's. Kelly, not wanting to anger him. She gave up, as she had thrown away everything that was the least bit sexy. She walked back into the bedroom, and glanced at the time. "Shit! I'm going to be late!" she thought, and knew that she had to hurry up. Not seeing anything else, she grabbed the clothes that she had just thrown away, from the trash, and put them on. Looking at herself in the mirror, before she left, and she was horrified. Her once tight t-shirt was now too small for her enlarged.