As I headed south, traffic on I-95 was practically bumper to bumper. In the constant rain, it was moving slowly, but moving. Occasionally, an intense ...hunderstorm cell would pass through the area and make driving even worse. I seemed to be making very little progress. I should have expected nothing less than a hurricane as I headed home. A hurricane was a fitting way to end a stressful week in the New York City area. In spite of the weather and traffic, I was relieved to be heading south,. Alison and Lorraine followed the Nun out of the room and along a long corridor which had many religious images on the walls. Some where in the Monastery the girl's could hear the sound of Gregorian Chant and when the chanting stopped,Alison could swear she heard the sound of someone crying .Memories of the corporal punishment they both received at school filled each girl's head as they followed the Nun with the thick,long black strap around her waist,the swishing of the Nun's long black habit. I had to trying anything to keep from thinking of Dee because my thoughts always turned sexual. God! With her having an ass that was so close to perfect, and those legs, her body, her face - I mean really, who could blame me for my thoughts being sexual? Knowing I couldn’t ask any of our fellow co-workers what Dee liked to eat without risking an increase in their curiosity, I stopped at the receptionists desk and scanned through the phone book. Seems there’s a lot of sushi places, so I figured. “Sure, we can do that, I suppose you want to see me pee in my swimmers as well?” I asked.“Of course, but if you were wearing some shorts that would look even better,” Cathy said. “Wait a minute, let me get some from your room.”She pulled her tee shirt on, and ran down to the house. A minute later she returned with a pair of khaki shorts, and held them out for me to put on. After I had put the shorts on, Lori gave me another glass of lemonade, and I managed to drink that down. I knew that I.