Chapter Twenty-One
A Nuns Training Continues
John
Christine remained fastened in her chair for the next two hours, completing her meditation, then I went into the classroom and once more laid her limp, unresisting fingers in their pockets in the mitts and flipped the covers closed. Still in blackness, her eyes concealed beneath the silvery surfaces of her contact lenses, she turned her masked face towards me in a fruitless quest, trying to see me. Deep within the veils and wimple framing her face, tears trickled slowly from the corners of her silver-covered eyes while she struggled to speak; despite the automatic disciplining shocks from her breast cups, chastity belt and collar. Her enforced vow of silence was not to be broken and so she remained silenced while I released her seating
