And it sounds like hedeveloped a lesson plan for the course decades ago and now just repeatsit every year. Like, when class starts, he just stands up ...here andtalks for 45 minutes in this flat, monotonous voice and just stares outover our heads when he's talking. No questions, no class interaction, nonothing. So today I was having trouble keeping from falling asleep whenfinally I figured that I had to do something to break the boredom. WhenI'd gotten up that morning I'd pulled on a scoop-necked. Tara hated the idea of having to attend the Monastery ,she dreaded the thought of receiving a spanking or worse.Jason made light of the situation they were in and told Tara that he hoped a sexy young Nun would be his disciplinarian,she kicked him and they both stifled laughter. Soon however the laughter stopped when they were called to the top of the room by a middle aged ,severe looking Nun who held a thick school ruler in her right hand and gently tapped her left hand with it."Tara and. Why the hell did I do that? It just felt right. I was beginning to wonder if I was a multiple personality. It wasn’t what I thought of as a typical guy’s room. No posters of scantily clad women. No sports stars on the wall. Lots of books and a shelf of debate trophies. I had no idea he was on the team. Actually, I had no idea there was a team. Something had me curious. ‘You’re so smart. How come you didn’t skip any grades? I mean, you seem to have practically skipped a couple of years of. .. You can speak to him," she laughed and I couldn't help laughing with her.On the way to the back door she caught me. I stopped to run my hands across her cheek and down her hair. "You're a softy," I said, giving her a wet kiss on the neck.Charles was sizing up the lumber stock. We shook hands and went over the plans for both additions, deciding when special items such as the windows would need to be ordered. I could see how eager he was to show what he could do. I told him that I would call.