You give me that look that makes my stomach seize and grief catch in my throat, a coal-like lump of regret. I remember being able to love you easily, ... remember how swiftly a look like that might have won me over and in that split-second I’m wrong, maybe you’re not such a loser. We’ve broken up, I don’t see things between us as quite so dark and gloomy anymore. The weeks have passed, the long cloud of indecision and lost opportunities that hung over us has gone. We’ve boiled down to an. ”“And what have I to do with this?” I asked.“Well my lord when your father became incapable he asked me to srvice the wenches in his place.” Carruthers explained.“So it was you!” the Nun squealed, “The servant!”“Indeed,” Carruthers agreed, “I am sorry my lord but when his lordship deceased I am afraid I neglected to inform the mother superior and continued to serve in your place.”“Good lord,” I opined, “Buggery with a gal, I know some of my chums bugger the footmen but never thought of. And we have the third offence of lying about yesterday's incident. Our system of punishments is very simple. You serve eight weeks in isolation for a first offence of this gravity. For a second offence you serve sixteen weeks, and not only that, but you must re-serve the first sentence. For the third offence you serve twenty four weeks and must first serve all previous time again."Lisa was quaking in her boots by this time. Her mind tried to work out just how long she would be immured in the. I put panties and PJs on the counter in the guest bathroom when I started the bathwater. Back downstairs, I knocked on the door, and mom took the robe from me.Soon mom handed me dirty panties, pants, socks, shoes, two shirts, and a jacket. Without the hood up, I could see the girl’s hair was nasty. I put the clothes beside the stairs to offer the girl my arm to help her up the stairs. Mom came up behind us to take the girl into the guestroom.I felt scuzzy going through the girl’s clothes to get.