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ANTONIO
“What is this place?” she asked as we pulled into a lower parking lot, bordered by prickly pear cactus, which led to a field of the stuff beneath a cathedral which was perched atop a large rock, overlooking everything. An old limestone wall surrounded the church and the nunnery.
I followed Daphne up the stone steps that extended between the short, bright-yellow painted walls on either side, admiring the way her hips swung left to right with every stair she climbed.
If I wasn’t careful, the sight of her sweet a*s was going to give me an erection on sacred ground.
There was an arched walkway at the top of the stairs which showcased a statue of the Virgin Mary tucked into an alcove in the yellow plaster wall, wearing a blue cape and a spray of roses laid at her feet.
“How did
