Please form a single-file line.”And they do so.St. Peter turns to the first Nun in the line and asks her “Sister, have you ever touched a penis?�...The Sister Responds “Well ... there was this one time ... that I kinda sorta ... touched one with the tip of my pinky finger...”St. Peter says “Alright Sister, now dip the tip of your pinky finger in the Holy Water, and you may be admitted.” and she did so.St. Peter now turns to the second nun and says “Sister, have you ever touched a penis?”“Well .... . . just another fewhours like this and everything should be back to normal."Once outside, I hailed another taxi."Good evening lady." The driver said."Hi." I responded. "I need to get to the military base out nearRoute 16 . . . it's just before you get to Port Jensen. Have youbeen there before?" I asked."Never dropped anyone off their before, but I know where it is."He responded."Good . . . I'm in a pretty big hurry. If you get me their fast,there's an extra 50 bucks in it for you. OK?". There was nothing worthy of note in the cavern, but I thought it was interesting that the floor was reasonably flat and unbroken. When we came to the end of the string of lights, I walked a few meters farther and came to a ledge that dropped about three or four meters nearly straight down to a rough and badly twisted floor. Off in the distance, I could see a bit of light, so I knew that we had a back door if we ever really needed it. Somehow, I felt a bit relieved by this knowledge.We went. In the end, she was just frustrated and horny from the efforts to free herself. Looking more closely, she saw Nordic runes on the faceplate. She wasn’t an expert in runes, but it seemed to be something like ‘Property of Kjar’–great, just great, a chastity belt with a Viking seal of approval. She stared at the mirror with a sense of disbelief at the woman looking back. The prim and proper academian that composed her self-identity most of her life, what she thought was her true self, was slipping.