It’ll only come back to hurt us both. Bye, I’ve got to go now.’ I got her coat and hat for her and then helplessly watched as she walked out the...door into the cold night, back to her husband and her gilded cage. Over the course of the next year, I would receive many such phone calls in the night. Each time I was there to lend a friendly ear and a dependable shoulder to cry on. And then, one night, things took a fateful turn. Whether for the better or worse I suppose depends upon your point of. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the Mother Superior spoke, "sister Mary Francis, how long have you been with us here at The Order of St. Catherine!?!" "Uh, about a year, ma'am," Mary replied softly! "And in that year," the Mother Superior continued, "how many times have you been sent to detention!?!" "I-I-I'm not sure, ma'am," she stammered?!?" "Not sure," the Mother Superior replied incredulously, "you have set the record for number of infractions in her first year, by far!!!". I rang last orders and the pub cleared leaving me with these two capable young men, and I poured us all a drink and joined them at the table they had occupied for the last five hours. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but I took a large gulp out of my gin and tonic as I was slightly nervous and excited. Of course I could be getting the signals all wrong, so I really didn’t want to make a full of myself and played it as cool as I possibly could. “That’s a lot of crisps” I said looking at Craig whose. My attention, though, was entirely on her. As she surfed my hand made its way from her hip to her belly and moved further up to land on her chest. I can still remember feeling the lace of her bra through the thin material of her tank top. She turned her head up to me as my mouth came down to meet hers. Our tongues snaked past each other as I fondled her chest with the one hand while the other made its way down past her hips, under her skirt and up her thigh. She shifted position and parted her.