He invited me and some of the other officers to assist him at a reunion party.I was part of his entourage. We stayed in a hotel.Our first function was...that evening at eight. I went straight to my room and got ready.I showered, Then started to get into my dress uniform, Black panty hose, dress blouse, it was tight around my breasts, but it felt nice, My skirt was tight too, I always liked the way I couldn't open my legs fully in it. Sometimes just opening my legs till the skirt restrained them,. I don’t know why, but I did. Thanks to you stripping me in class, I will never hide them again.” She said, and then kissed me on the lips. That was rather unexpected, but enjoyable so I kissed her back. That was when the boys showed up with the food.They teased us about the whole thing. They even begged us to kiss again. We both looked at each other and went for it. She grabbed my breasts so I grabbed hers but the silence made us stop. All the guys’ hands were under the table. Meghan and I. With a confidence born of months of dealing with different strange men, Sister Lucia demanded, "And where am I to go, in this condition? On the streets as Molly, I suppose." Oh dear me, no," said the Monsignor, "Most definitely not, think of the scandal. Your Convent will welcome you back into the fold, sinner though you are. Your child will be delivered there, and sent for adoption. You will resume your life as Sister Lucia for the time being at least, and for the rest of your life if you. My reaction to all of this was not exactly what my torturers were expecting, but hell, we zombies don't have much feeling; that's not our fault. Allow me to introduce myself; I'm Mariah 377, manufactured in October 2072, too late, it turned out, to be of any influence on the final resolution of Civil War 3 that finally settled matters for good. I, like a few of the more advanced Mariah models, have a small but succinct history of the former United States of America implanted in my memory files.