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We said our good-byes quickly, taking extra time to thank my parents, Eli, and Big C then we were off to our abbreviated honeymoon. We were on the Hutchinson River Parkway toward the Whitestone Bridge, making sure that I had the change for the tolls. The traffic heading eastbound on Long Island’s limited east-west highways was terrible during the afternoon rush hour and our goal was to reach Suffolk County by 3:00. We actually missed that by five minutes, but we clearly had avoided the bulk of the traffic and all of the delays one could expect. We had been on the road talking and joking and looking forward to our life together when I asked her what she had been discussing with her friends. “I told them how I had asked Sister Mary Patrick about my ring and how she had treated me and about my injuries. They weren’t all that surprised. Elizabeth told me that she was beaten last year…not as many times as I was and for some minor transgression in class. She said that her parents were told that she’d be kicked out of school and possibly excommunicated by Msgr. Moran if they complained so they said nothing.” “I’ll bet we can come up with lots of other girls just by talking to your friends and their friends and so forth. Mr. Silverman thinks we may be able to file a class action suit. That could involve hundreds of millions of dollars and I’m sure it would get plenty of publicity. It’s just like Moran to threaten the injured parties. Well, that won’t happen to us, will it?” Barbara laughed. I loved hearing her laugh. “No, it won’t because we already quit, right?” “Absolutely! Did I hear them call the nun a troll?” “Yes, that’s what we call her. She’s short, maybe five feet two inches at most and she must weigh 250 pounds. Her breasts hentai hang down to her navel and her nose is all misshapen and she has a beard. We know because one day in a weak moment she told us how hard it was for her to have to shave once a week. That was also the day that she condemned all men, telling us how the boys treated her when she was young. I gathered then that she hadn’t changed much as she grew older. She’s also one of the teachers you mentioned. She never attended college and she brags all the time about how that shows how smart she is.” I thought about that, wondering whether that information might be of use to Lt. Flanagan. We were about half an hour from the bungalow when a thought hit me. I had to laugh and I did until Barbara asked me why. “I just realized something. Today is my re-birthday. The family was left still tied up in the middle of the room frozen with fear. Anyone with electricity and a transmitter could be a player. “Am I dreaming..?” he finally mumbled, taking his hands away from his face and looking at the beam of light streaming in from the crack in the curtains. He moved off before she could react then Terry kissed her on the mouth, for an instant she thought he was going to give her tongue but just short of it he cupped both her ass cheek and squeezed. In the tent, we made passionate love together and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I closed the curtain as far as it would go and turned and stripped off my skirt and top. I stared into her dark eyes. “We'll figure it out,” my wife said, resting her head on my shoulder. She kept repeating over and over, what the fuck was that? You can say she’s five-three beautiful, but you can’t pass on the odd little tilt of her eyes and the way her mouth looks, or the something that just comes hentai out of her like light out of a lamp, and hooks into you so you know you’ll never get rid of it, not if you live to be a hundred. "Sorry, I am just thrilled that you have time for me." She gasped as I found it.