The sisters are working at rebuilding her faith, she is devoutly Catholic, and thought her change was the result of a curse from God for being wicked ...nd evil. Sister Francis is working hard to help her realize that is not true. I actually cried when she told me she had received communion and given confession. She said it had been years, and she was finally clean and in a state of grace.”I sipped the juice as I regained my control. “She was abused for years, her faith was crushed. When we were. However, she thinks there is no real harm in letting him go a little further. She feels that she can always call a halt to things at any time.John is caressing and sucking her tits. She feels a sexual excitement building in her body, which goes far beyond anything she has felt in a long time. She feels as if she is the clay, and John's hands are carefully forming the clay into something wondrous.She makes no protest when his right hand moves down her belly and into her pants. She allows his. What more could you want?” The jingling of my car keys aroused my excitement, as it was the reason I reentered the school building. Exhausted, Mr. Deutsch dragged his tall self to his feet, buckled his pants, and then pulled my keys out of his slack pocket, waving them over me as I continued to lie on the ground like a dog begging for a nasty, stale biscuit that I desperately worked for. “Stand up and get dressed,” Mr. Deutsch commanded, tossing a pile of my clothes I wore to the game from one. I can read and write some, myself, but I’m not very good. I’m certain the boy can do neither. No one has ever taken an interest in the lad. Now would be a good time for him to learn. Oh, and I’m sure Paul, Miriam and Peter would like the opportunity as well. Better ask the soldiers, too.”The Bishop beamed, “Of course! We’d be only too happy to teach you.”So it was that all of them started to learn their letters. It made Isabella and the Bishop smile to see the adults, especially the big.