“South Africa,” you said. “You?”“Morocco,” I said. “Agadir. In sud, um, south than Casablanca.”“Is it nice?” you asked.“Ah, oui,...tres nice,” I managed.As we turned away, you slipped, just a little and I reached out to help steady you. The next moment was a happy blur, but suddenly you were in my arms, and I was holding you. It was not a steadying embrace; rather the embrace of familiar lovers.Your body was against mine, sending shivers of electric energy throughout my soul. You whimpered. ” “And you too!” agreed Sister Love, who suddenly took Sister Divine by the back of her neck and pulled her face towards her, and placed her thick warm lips against Sister Divine’s own. The nun was suddenly filled with doubt, fear, terror and desire. She pulled herself off. And then pushed herself back on. And then back off. Her hands hovering over Sister Love’s perk and lively nipples. She allowed a hand to fall onto one, feeling in a moment such heat and warmth and softness. And then pulled. Serenity finally lifted her head to take a look at it too, opening and closing her hand a few times as she examined my work. She then took a deep breath and sat up straighter in her chair, prompting me to stand up more as well and step back to give her space.Without hesitation, my housemate looked over at Gabriella, her brown eyes widening as she took in her appearance, only to focus more on her dejected posture. She then cleared her throat. “Hey, come here please,” she said simply.Gabriella. I decided to take my trustone step further. "It was such a strange experience--being changed, I mean. I was a fighter,a leader of men, a man's man. I was proud of who I was. Even as a prisonerthose few hours here, I thought I had pride--though I was totallyperplexed at what my army was doing to me. I had my dignity, and I had nointention of giving it up, even if I was abused like so many warprisoners. Then--" I looked down at herself, "then this." Alwyn saidnothing. Her accepting eyes.