"Yes",Allison replied."At St.Vincents,Allison you must address us by our titles,you will address me as Sr.," Sr.Frances said with a stern look on her ...ace."Sorry,I mean,yes,Sr.Frances",Allison said noticing the look on the nuns face and suddenly aware that she was at their mercy.The stories she heard of women being slapped came flooding into her mind.Sr.Frances looked Allison up and down."The way girls dress,leaves a lot to the imagination;Allison,follow me". Allison followed Sr.Francis. She got out of her car and walked toward me. She is 5’ 10” plus her 6” heels in which she strutted naturally with ease. She wore a tight leather mini skirt and a red light-weight, midriff sweater that hung sexily over her C-cup silicone form filled bra. The jet black shoulder-length wig was, except for the color, a great match to my natural hair. Vicki gave me a genuine, warm hug. As we left that embrace she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, respecting my rules but also not wanting to mess up. He trotted the few steps to the center dais and jumped up. The music took a rocky, raunchy tone and he gyrated his hips to the music. Every eye in the room was riveted to this masculine display. I felt a tap on my shoulder and Leo directed me to follow the other husbands to a dimly lit corner of the room. We all leaned back against an iron rail and looked back at our wives who were cheering on the stripper as he removed his shirt. They didn't even notice that we had stepped away. Leo explained. When Qia gave birth to our daughter, I felt my love for her grow even more and our bond became stronger. We had elected to stay in Italy and to make our life there. We did not want to be the stranger in the other's homeland and in this place we were equally unique to the local crowd. When Qia's younger sister came to assist her when our child came home it all seemed so natural. Her sister was a great help and after a few weeks there was a sense of order in the house again, even with the demands.