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SOME NUNS SUCK… SECRETLY-a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.
By then the young nun was gone. Father Michael looked bewildered.
Sister Mary rushed to her room on the second floor of the nunnery, also a part of the sanctuary. She was glad to have met the new priest, Father Michael. She was quite startled by his youth and how blessed by God he was with good looks. Sister Mary berated herself, giggling slightly, deciding that thinking about a priest’s body was something she should not indulge in, at least not in public.
“Shame, shame,” she whispered. “You’re a hot one, you are, and God bless you.”
Sister Mary entered her room. She locked the door from the inside and hooked it with a heavy latch. Then she set the thick, heavy holy candles on her bed and reached to close her curtains. The room was now semi-dark, just the way Sister Mary liked it.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.