The next morning she said she was sitting in the lounge only wearing one of Michaels T shirts. The doorbell rang and Michael answered the door, it was...his brother James. Michael invited him in and introduced me, I was trying to hide myself as the T shirt was very short. James eyed me over and said your right Michael, she is some exceptional ass.James was the image of Michael but a lot younger, not much older than my son.I said to Michael I had better get dressed and go, James asked what the. I think we have to go to someone and tell. Like, this is a convent and? Don't you agree, Brother John?" But, as she haltingly told her story, the perceptive nun could see that the monk's eyes were hotly surveying her body and she wished she'd worn a longer robe."Sit down, Sister Sarah. Sit down and I'll try to explain it to you, my dear." the friar said as, taking her hand, he led her over to his bed. "I know they're breaking their vows but ... How long have you been in the Order, Sister?" Why,. "And please be perfectly candid." Good, I promise I will, and I hope you will be as well," she admitted."I'll do my best, if you do your best. I can't ask any more than that," I replied."So I have a morning class today, but I am free in the afternoon," she said."Then why don't you come by my Downtown House, it isn't hard to find." I suggested."Oh of course, and I already know where you live. I can be there at 2PM. Is that convenient?" she asked."That will be just fine," I said in agreement.. He sat naked next to her as she sobbed while he pleaded over and over."I'm sorry."I sat ignored on the bed, only a sheet for protection, holding my bruised shoulder as she lay on the floor askew, hugging one knee with the other leg splayed out. Her skirt had risen and I saw she wore a peach-colored slip that matched the color of the pumps she threw.She stopped her whimpering sobbing, “You bastards,” looked up at me, her mascara streaked down her cheeks, a mess. I saw hate.I stared then at him,.