But there wasn’t one. No handle. No way to open the door. I pushed it but it didn’t budge. I pushed it harder but again nothing.I moved around the...room. There was no other way out. I put my clothes back on the floor behind the screen.I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a male voice behind me “Is everything ok young man?”I spun around to see the older guy. Maybe 50 years old. Well groomed and smiling calmly at me.“Please come over and take a seat”. He asked me. Although I had little. I stepped across the hall into the bathroom. Removing my robe I sat on the toilet and reached for the hand mirror behind me. I was curious as to my condition and spread my legs.Spreading the lips with the first two fingers of my right hand, I moved the fingers down two or three times more, separating the folds as much as I could to get a good look inside.The soreness seemed to have disappeared. I ran the tip of one finger inside. The opening seemed normal. I tried two, and then three fingers.. He hated getting involved with some random girl just to please his older brother. Plus, the girls had no fault he was how he was; making them feel bad didn’t have to be on his plate.Hesitantly, he opened the door to the bedroom and went out. The house seemed to be quite lively at that hour if the noises coming from downstairs were any indication. He took the stairs down and looked around. Agnes patted his shoulder gently. “Mister Metzger is in the dining room. He expects you to join him,” the. I had to start somewhere looking for answers.I squeezed through the gap in the cyclone fence to hike up through the blackberry trail. It was getting dark so I had to be extra careful winding my way around new growth, the long sucker growth of long blackberry thorns on vines reaching out for new places to root. Those blackberries imported from the Himalayas were vicious and they got me in a few spots leaving a tiny nick ready to itch.When I arrived at the nunnery I went in through the basement.