I was just 13 when she moved in and I was far too sexually attracted to her. I was shy and tried to be respectful around her but I was hitting puberty...as well and things were happening to my body that I had no control over. She must have known? Even at 13 I slept without clothes and there wasn't a morning that went by where I would not wake up without a firm erection. There were mornings where I would get so warm that I was barely covered myself when she would arrive in my room and still she. He laughed and said that the air conditioner was just too old to keep up on really hot days and nights. I asked Blake if he would like to go to my house to talk where the air conditioner actually works better than in the bar. Since there wasn't any decent girl in there anyway we decided to go.When we got home, we had another drink and I asked if he wanted to go for a quick swim. He nodded but once we got outside I realized I didn't have a suit to fit him. You see Blake is a rather big guy. Much. Bartholomew’s Convent I have forever revered St. Bart’s with a higher degree of blessedness than I had before. In losing my virginity to her I began to better understand the meaning of human nature. Within the intimate confines of the Convent, I was given a fly on wall’s perspective of surprising things that can happen in such sanctified environments. While I would never accuse other such church entities of the kind of behavior going on at St. Bart’s I learned that nuns are human beings who are. “Poor Polly,” I thought, “in my experience it’s usually the wife who isn’t up for some night-time sexual activity.” I thought about getting up and going back to my own bed but the room was warm as I’d turned on the electric fire and my own bedroom would be cold so I decided to stay with Mike for a bit longer.“Well, well, well!” The loud voice of my wife Anne dragged Mike and me awake, “what do we have here then? I go to work all night long at the hospital and no sooner is my back turned than.