I had to be a man and do a man's work. Violent work. Ugly work. It was just an execution, I told myself, much as had been done to Bareth and my...uncles. Yet it was murder, too. It was well within my abilities as Deacon, I told myself, but I felt much more like Cherysse. Perhaps for the first time, I really wanted to be Cherysse. A girl would not be expected to wait with a club to take a man's life. Brutally. From the darkness like a coward. A man should not have to be a coward. A. .Aur bhut neend bhi aa rahi hai…Me- acha laga na..Body bhut acha aur halka feel ho raha hai na..Preeti-haannnAur kuch bolta hua woh soo gayi …Next day hum coaching mai mile but ek dusre ko “Hi” nai kiya hum ek dusre se nazre bhi nai mila pa rahe the but bhut khushi ho rahi thi…Ussi raat ko usne call kiya aur bola bal nai hai call kro kuch kam hai..Maine call kiya aur phir woh boli mjhe clit rub krna ka mann kr raha ..Me- toh kro na…Preeti- tum line pe raho …Me-ohhkUsne rb krna start kiya aur. Finally Sunday arrived and Cathy was busy organising lunch. We had shopped on Saturday night to avoid rushing around. I had arranged for them to arrive at noon. It was 10am when Cathy started to watch the clock. Having organised the meal she went and had a shower, did her makeup and got dressed. She came out into the lounge. “Is this ok” she asked. I stared at her in awe. She had on a strapless dress that hugged every curve. It was short and I could see there wasn’t a pantie line. She obviously. " Reverend Mother, I know I have broken my vows, and I know I have not been a good nun, but surely I don't deserve Hell's fire for eternity?" I made that very point to His Reverence myself. We felt that you should be given a chance to redeem yourself. There is a College which takes on cases such as yours, called the College of Correction and Redemption, though where you might go afterwards, neither I nor the Bishop could imagine. However, I spoke to Monsignor Flavin, the Principal of the.