Chapter Ten
The Food Pantry
I wake up early, unable to sleep, my mind reeling with thoughts and plans. Now that I’ve tasted erotic pleasure with Dorothy, it is time to plot our escape. At morning service I see her going through the motions of worship in the chapel with the other prospective nuns, her hands clasped in her lap. While everyone else is focused on the front altar, I cannot take my eyes away from her. Her beautiful face and hair, her cat-like eyes and the serpentine curves of her voluptuous body make her stand out from the crowd. Everyone under the arched cathedral appears drained of life while Dorothy blossoms with femininity. Every movement she makes exudes s****l warmth and I am drawn to her like a moth to the flame. I would risk plunging myself into everlasting fire just t
