" And there is no reason why they should ever know." This didn't comfort her, since these people were supposed to be family. But then again, her might...have been better had she never told her own parents. She still remembers the yelling when she told them that she was a woman trapped in a man's body, how they threw her out and told her they never wanted to see her again. Although she had talk to her mother since then, the tension was still there. Greg's parents' not knowing – this was sounding. Sister Pamfry, then known as Catharine Pamfry, had just become a nun after throwing away her life of greed and deception. She came to the newly built St. Joan of Arc Nunnery in Domrémy, France. It was a big change from her life in America. The other nuns there took her in as their own and she hadn’t looked back since. A year later, a new Cardinal Bishop had been placed at the nunnery. At the age of 40, he was the youngest that had ever been elected. Sister Pamfry had been washing some of her. By the time she reached Ken his hard cock was pushing against the front of his jeans. Vanessa stood before him and Ken could only stare. As sexy as she looked dressed as a schoolgirl, she was beyond description as a bride."If you want to kiss me you'll have to lift my veil," she told Ken when he hadn't made a move.So Ken flipped the veil and pushed it back on her head as he had seen a dozen times in the movies. Her makeup was flawless as usual and there was no trace of Van to be seen. Ken took. One can have fantasies; even on an airplane! Especially in those days..."By all means. Please. Make yourself comfortable. As I said, it's just you and me, so there's no need to be your usual formal self. Even if it is the rules, rules are meant to be bent," I chuckled giving her a sly smile.I wondered out loud how long she'd been a stew and was a little taken aback when she told me three years. She didn't look old enough to have been working flights for three years, but she obviously knew which.