.. ? What the hell was going on here, anyway? What kind of work did she have in mind for Christ's sake... ?Maggie smiled to herself once inside the se...sually appointed bedroom that she had redecorated in the wake of her predecessor with ample frills and strategically placed wall mirrors. In one of the latter and out of the corner of her eye, she could see him through the open doorway, still standing as she'd left him, an expression of obvious awe on his ruggedly handsome face. God, but he. I cut it short by spreading my legs apart presenting my light blue panties to him. We both noticed a small dark patch in the center of them at the same time, “I'm already quite horny”. He just stared down at it, unable to compute what I beautiful girl was offering him. He reached in for a kiss but I pushed him away. “I need to know you will do this for me”. He nodded and went to touch me with his fingers and again I pushed his hand away. I slid off my panties and fired them in his face like an. At that time, St. Marys still had a lot of nuns working as nurses. Most were older, but there were a few novices and young ones. They still wore their habits then, complete with wimples.The first morning I was there, after breakfast sister Bridgette came in with a washbasin and washcloth and said I was getting a bath in bed. Now she was hardly out of her teens, wore the white wimple of a novice, and had green eyes, traces of red hair peeking out of her headgear, and a delightful Irish. ”Once inside I usher Bob to the kitchen, where he deposits the suitcase on the table. Offering him a coffee, he accepts. With both of us sitting, he looks at me and then clicks the dual locks on the suitcase. Lifting the lid, the contents exposed are neatly bundled bills in twenties, fifty’s and hundred dollar dominations. It is the first time I have ever seen this much cash.“Wow. That is a hellva pile of bills.”Bob proceeds to dump the suitcase contents on the kitchen table. Bundles of neatly.