Chapter 8: Something Nunnery

[Remembering what? Something in my past life to remember and you’d think I would remember something like this.]

My two friends full of questions were dressed quite nicely but I was in my usual furnace man attire. After all I was just servicing clients with nothing on at all but I imagined that not the correct attire for the occasion to meet Sister Jane at the nunnery. I put my dirty clothes back on.

My two buddies, Maria and Sylvia were kind of churching it up because they were both Catholics and attended church pretty regular but we didn’t ever talk about that stuff. They knew I was officially “Fallen Away”.

Fallen away means you just quit going to church, doing that Catholic thing. I wasn’t “excommunicated”, at least not yet. But in college, private Catholic college, I finally went up the Admin office and changed my religious preference to “Non Demon-inational”. No not non demon but rather [denominational]. And the brother, as in monk person, behind the counter gave me a dirty look. For a shy person that was quite difficult for me to brave.

But the reason I did it is because I’d witness the ridiculous while taking a class on something religious for lack of anything else to do and because during the hectic semester registration it was a class open during a time slot I needed for my job obligation. So I sat utterly disinterested through long dialogues about religious stuff and was bored.

Then one day the discussion came around to something about what Jesus did when something or other happened and two male students got heated up about differing opinions about what that was like a couple of thousand years before. And, they got into a fist fight in the middle of class over that.

“Shit! That’s IT!” I thought to myself. “Enough.” The religion stuff I gave up on mid high school I was now officially non denom’d good riddance. And I still continued going to Catholic college semi renegade until I got drafted.

All that just offended my better sense. I got up and walked out of the class mid rumble and later felt bad for the teacher who had to put up with them.

Idiotic, I cancelled the class, got no credit for it and it cost me money.

So, I’d just fucked my two married friends at the home of one of them and now we were heading up through a hole in the cyclone fence cut open by invading kids and we were going to visit the nunnery. We traversed the trail up the dirt hill avoiding the blackberries. We could have driven ourselves around but gave no thought to doing that perhaps because they didn’t want to be seen with me in the same car? I can only guess.

The nunnery awaited, the very large and droll building which looked like an Army barracks raised downhill from everything else on the property. It sat alone with no vegetation around it. It was stark against the lavish display of other buildings resembling European cathedrals.

It had a great view of the mountains to the east.

We walked to the west side main entrance, looked at each other and knocked. I couldn’t imagine what Sister Jane had in mind for inviting we lovers but the door opened and there was a young woman smiling as we identified ourselves.

“Come in, please.”

The inside of the place looked quite Spartan. I didn’t think I’d ever been in that main portion of the building. We’d always entered through the daylight basement side door when we serviced the furnace.

The young woman asked us to follow her and we walked up a floor, long stairs. We entered a large room on the east side of the building with a really great view of those mountains on a very clear blue sky day. She left us alone announcing she was going to get “The others”.

I felt weird being there. I told my friends how I felt with no reason for it, couldn’t explain. I just wanted them to know. And there was a large deck adjoining the room so I wandered out the French doors to stand by the rail and look at the view. I felt better out in the fresh air yet still uneasy.

Soon I heard voices behind me to realize Sister Jane had entered, was talking to my buddies and she immediately escorted them out on to the deck after opening both doors wide. I reminded myself of what the old man had told me about his disdain for the nun’s adjusting the heat in the building by opening windows. Sister Jane seemed elated to see us and came to me with a hug, a really earnest hug which surprised me. But it did feel welcoming to calm my nerves.

“Thank you for coming. I’m so pleased.” We sat at the round table available and she told the attending young woman, “We’re ready.” With that we talked a bit as Sister took over the conversation and started telling my candy lady about the events at Sylvia’s house where she performed those strange acts on me getting unbelievable results. Beside being surprised at the subject matter I noted the young woman had disappeared and Maria was glued to the explanation, not surmised but overly interested it seems with Sister’s exactly details.

They chatted on as I day dreamed and stared at the mountains in the distance. Those memory flash backs mysteriously cropped up in my mind again and again, frankly kind of a turn-on.

[What do you suppose; yet the penis on me in my vision was a growing display of what resulted from Sister Jane’s work in my anus and the other guy? The surroundings?]

That glimpse kind of made me laugh but I made it a silent chuckle as they kept up their almost excited conversation in the background. There were continuing elements of flashing images pretty strange, made no sense...