They sat on the long bench in front of her desk. Their novitiate uniform was a combination of blue and white and quite different from the official nun...s robes. It almost made them look like volunteers at a soup kitchen instead of nuns in training.Sister Julie was obviously the one in charge of the pair of miscreants. She had that look in her eyes that spoke of firm control and impure thoughts. Not entirely unattractive to say the very least. Sister Regina spoke to her first because she had not. I answered a Craig’s List post about two weeks ago, in the Casual Encounter’s / NSA section, posted by a young couple looking for a bi, married male. They wanted to fulfill a fantasy that the wife had, of seeing her husband with another guy.They agreed to meet for the encounter at a motel outside of town.The wife had sort of mentally scripted what she wanted to see and experience, including watching two guys in a sixty-nine oral session, watching her husband stroking, and being stroked by. So, for a long time, I thought it was temporary. It was her hormones or something. Then, I thought maybe it was me. I changed my behavior, my attitude, my level of presence with her. She didn’t want me to pay attention to her, hang out with her or be attentive. She would watch TV in the bedroom, and I would watch in the family room. In spite of all this, I was home almost always. I didn’t go out with friends or fool around. I was home with her; we just weren’t really together.Oh, and we fought. ‘I am also a man of my word. Both of us have a common threat though they may not exactly be the same.’ ‘I care not for what you claim to chase or say there is out there,’ Rogers interrupted. ‘The fact that you have assets and people that are able to help is enough. ‘But, I don’t like speculation. I like assurances and guarantees.’ ‘Then I guarantee these threats will be eliminated. All I need is the two ships,’ Maynard said assuredly. Rogers rubbed his chin briefly. ‘They are yours to use,.