In other words, Nuns were to never have sex.Sister Mary-Margaret often contemplated, if God had intended for sex to be strictly for procreation, why h...d he made it so enjoyable. A temptation that surely should not exist. She prayed for answers, but none where forthcoming. It was a subject she never dared to speak to the Reverend Mother about.“Derek what are you doing?” Sister Mary-Margaret screamed, as she viewed Derek furiously masturbating.Derek had been busted, something that had worried. I am trying not to scream in pain.“George, I am so sorry,” Ericka cries. “You saved my life.”“Ericka,” I groan in pain.“Ericka get your fat ass, off George,” I hear Coach Evans order.“Daddy!”Ericka crawls off me as I look up and see Coach Evans and his wife.“Hey Coach,” I greet sheepishly. I am surprised to see him. I also feel sadness inside me that I let him down in some way. Yes, he screwed my mom and was the reason I was sent away. But if he hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have met Martina.“I. "Hello." They stared at each other for way too long. Finally, he adjusted some white cubes into a bench and turned Jan slightly to an angle.Alonzo activated the mic. "Sit, please."Gian dawdled, watching Jan perch. She glanced at him, blushing a bit even though she was still fully clothed."You can go now, Gian." Alonzo fiddled with the joystick, aiming the camera for the first shots.Jan spoke to the mirror. "No, it's okay. He can stay if he wants." All right. But I need for you to concentrate. Take this precious young thing for ice cream? Hmmm ... let me think about... yes!"Sure, Bridget," I said nonchalantly. "Ice cream is great. I might still have to get coffee, but..." No problem! Oh, Lauren, I'd love to! I get off at 5:30. Is that O.K.?" It's perfect, Bridget. How about I pick you up in front of the store right around 5:30, or a little after?" Awesome! I'm soooo excited!"That's the kind of enthusiasm I like to generate in my girls! Hee-hee ... I left the store pretty darned.