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"Once More With Feelings"
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A new story by Night Hawk
Copyright 2004 by (the) Night Hawk

Chapter 8:  When Patti Met Wendy
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A dark haired girl came running when the nun called her name.  She
had hair so dark it looked to be black, and her skin was so pale I
instantly thought of how I must have looked when Ann had found me
passed out on the kitchen floor.

"Wendy, this is Patricia," said the nun. "It looks like you two
have a lot in common."

I looked at Wendy and thought, not likely. She was about 5 foot 5
and still had baby fat on her.  She did have bigger boobs, but that
could have been from the extra weight.  Her face looked pleasant
enough, even taking the shiny braces into account.

"Wendy is here on a special gifted students program," the nun
explained.  "That's why I had you placed in her dorm room.  Both of
you seem inclined towards the more difficult courses."

"Wendy, Patricia is starting the year late, and we are counting on
you to help her catch up on what she has missed."

I could see the polite smile on Wendy's face but felt no warmth
behind it.  I suppose that if it had been me, I wouldn't be too
thrilled hearing I was going to have to baby-sit the new kid on the
block.

"Well, I'll leave you two to get acquainted," said the nun and
promptly left.

"I'm sorry they forced this on you, Wendy," I said. "I didn't ask
for somebody to hold my hand.  I guess they think we're helpless
without them."

Wendy actually laughed.

"Clueless is more like it," she said. "I can give you a tour of
the school after supper if you like, show you where your classes
are."

"Now that would be helpful," I said. "Nearly as helpful as
pointing out the cafeteria and a place to have a bath."

"Food I can point you to. Actually, all you need to do is follow
me. It's my one weakness, but a bath?  Only if you're sick.  Don't
you know that lying in warm water leads to temptation of the flesh?"

She said it so seriously I thought I had been hooked up with a
religious zealot.  Then she couldn't hold it in any longer and
burst out laughing.  "You should see the look on your face," she
said. "Priceless!  But it's true about the baths.  Injuries only."

"You really had me going there for a minute," I said.  "All that
stuff about temptation of the flesh."

"Yeah," she sighed.  "As if having a bath will tempt the flesh.  I
swear that Saturday confessions are nothing but girls confessing to
adultery.  There's not much else they can do in this prison that
could be considered a sin."

"Adultery?"  I asked. "How's that possible?"

"Are you sure you're really a Catholic?" Wendy asked.

"Kind of lapsed," I said hoping that would avoid further questions.

"Well, you won't stay lapsed here," said Wendy. "First period is
religion, confession every Saturday and Mass every Sunday.  But in
answer to your question, masturbation is one of the serious sins
and falls under the Adultery clause."

I spoke before I thought. Something I was going to have to watch
in the future. "How can anything that brings that much pleasure be
a sin?"

Wendy turned beet red.  "I wouldn't know about that."

I instantly clued in.  "So," I said quickly, "I take it that your
visits to the confessional are really quick.  You just tell the
priest about how much dope you smoked through the week and how many
bottles of sacramental wine you managed to swipe and drink."

She laughed again.  Wendy had a very pleasant laugh.  I sat down
at the end of my bed so that I didn't have to be looking down at
her all the time.

"Ooops," she said.  "No sitting or lying on the beds except for
sleep and only at night. That might lead to temptation as well!"
She was smiling as she said it.

"I guess this means my only place of refuge left then is the
shower and the toilet," I said laughing.

She laughed with me.  "Nah, if you listen carefully at night,
you'll hear all kinds of sinning going on!"

We slowly walked to the community area.  I hadn't noticed before
that there were some regular chairs there as well.  We sat down.

"So, what do I call you?" asked Wendy. "Patricia is so formal."

"I know," I replied.  "My folks call me Patti, and the only friend
I had used to call me Pete."

"That's cool!" she said.  "Do you mind if I call you Pete?"  For a
shy girl, she was fairly brimming with words. I mentioned this to
her.  She sighed and slumped a bit in her chair.

"I usually am very shy," she said. "I don't turn 14 until the end
of the month. Most of the kids at the last school I was at ignored
me because learning comes so easy to me.  I can tell you a dozen
different ways to say 'browner' and at least 50 different ways to
say fat."

I felt for her.  "You're not fat, Wendy," I said softly.  "You're
cuddly, and the sad part is that you'll probably lose that
cuddliness in a couple of years."

"From your lips to God's ear," she said.

"Oh, I'm sure She's listening," I replied, and the look of shock
on her face was a true Kodak Moment.

"Do you believe that, too?" she asked. "Of course we can't ever
say it out loud, but there are a lot of people who believe God is
both male and female." For the next hour, we discussed the
philosophy of what God was and if God still paid attention to what
was happening on Earth.

I finally ended the discussion stating that I knew for sure that
God was still alive and that She had a wicked sense of humor.
"Maybe one day I'll tell you how I know," I said.

That seemed to satisfy her and then I started asking about the
rest of the inmates.

Wendy explained that most were in the visiting hall with their
friends or parents.

"Why aren't you down there?"  I asked.

"My folks have a dairy farm north of Delhi, it's a long drive for
them," she said.  "I've got four older brothers, and the youngest
is 25.  I don't think they expected to have another child, I think
they were looking forward to getting out and being on their own,
and then I appeared.  I know I was an accident. It's not that they
don't love me, but with the farm and all, I doubt that I'll see
them at all before the end of the semester."

"You sure aren't an accident, Wendy," I said. "You just came later
because the time for smart girls to do some good in the world is
just starting. If you had come earlier, you wouldn't have the
opportunities you're going to get."

"You think?" she asked, a hopeful smile on her face.

"I know it!"

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

The bell for supper rang once, and Wendy explained the bell system
to me.  "The first bell is a five minute warning.  It'll ring twice
when it is actually time to eat, so we might as well get a move on
now."

The food was better than what I had been subjected to at the
hospital and having had my share of exotic foods in my former life;
this kind of regular standard fare would suit me fine.  I steered
Wendy away from the buns and suggested fruit instead.

I'd noticed she had become withdrawn as we entered the cafeteria
and I could see where the nun had concluded Wendy was a shy girl.
One on one with someone like me, she blossomed, but in the company
of others, her supposed peers, she became a wallflower.

The school itself, while big in size, was small compared to my
first high school.  Physically huge and imposing, it housed only
600 students, and over half of these were daughters of rich
families.  As I took in the information that Wendy whispered to me,
I realized why meals weren't an orchestrated affair with the pomp
and ceremony of heavy-duty prayers.

It was easy to see the class structure of the school - the social
classes that is.  Some of the girls carried themselves with an
attitude that reeked money, wearing uniforms tailored to enhance
their developing bodies, but still within the dress code, or
obviously expensive casual clothes. I learned that some had come
from across the country, their families impressed by the school's
impressive reputation, even if their offspring weren't of the same
caliber academically. Others were more like Wendy and me, here on
one kind of scholarship or another, or from families who were going
without to ensure their daughter had the best education they could
afford.

The rich girls had real rooms, sharing two to a room - even those
in grade nine, while the plebs had to make do in the dorms. It
didn't impress me. I had known rich bastards, and good people who
had nothing, and remembered with amusement the stock market crash
of the late seventies that took those rich people by surprise.
Overextended on credit with risky investments, they were left
penniless when their loans were called in - and then it happened
again in the 90's with the dot-com crash!  And the scandals of
cooked books and creative accounting just added grief to their woe!

Nah, they could stuff their snobby attitudes - I didn't need them
as 'friends.'  I had a goal, which was to do as well as I possibly
could, and I was beginning to look forward to being here watching
the culture of the 70's in the body of a 14-year-old girl and with
the mind of a 45-year-old man.

After we ate, and I ate sparingly, determined to keep the slim
figure I had inherited, Wendy and I went for a tour of the school
and the grounds.

The halls were neat and clean as were the lockers. No graffiti
here.  I looked into the different classrooms I would be in and was
surprised to see how few desks occupied the large rooms. I could
see why St. Ursula's turned out such good students.  There'd be
little chance of staying inconspicuous in a small class size and
teachers would know their students and their progress by heart.

After the tour of the school, we hit the grounds. There was a
large football size field with a paved track around it.  It made me
realize that nowhere in the options had there been a phys-ed class.
I asked Wendy about it.

"Physical fitness is not worthy of a credit," she said and went on
to explain that after the last class of the day, the girls were
expected to take an optional hour either in some sport or visiting
the retired nuns who lived in the cloistered convent which stood
next to the grand chapel. It was one of those 'character-building'
things they imposed on the students 'for their own good.'

"And which option do you choose?" I asked her, knowing full well
this option was anything but.

"I've been visiting with the old nuns," Wendy said dejectedly.
"Look at me, do I look like the athletic type?"

I stopped and looked her over with a critical eye.  "I guess that
depends on the sports available," I said.

"There's not a lot of sports for girls here," she said. "Europe
has all kinds, but all we have is field hockey, volleyball,
basketball and track."

"Field hockey?"  I asked.

"Yeah, if they can find enough girls willing to have their shins
smashed."

Ouch.  I could feel the pain of that.  "Well, you could certainly
play volleyball," I said to her.

"Yeah, as if," she snorted.

"I take it you don't know how," I ventured.

"It's not just that," she said. "After practice, we're expected to
shower in the gym."

"And."

Wendy blushed that bright crimson again. "I don't do naked well in
front of other people."

I laughed which only got her mad. "You of all people should
understand that!" she said.

I had to think for a moment before I clued in. "Oh, you mean
because I've got no tits?"

"Well, I wouldn't have put it quite that bluntly," she said
blushing.

"Oh?  Are you one of those prissy girls who calls them breasts or
mammaries?" I asked with a smirk.

"No!  I just don't think of them like that.  I call them boobies
if you must know!" she retorted.

I was laughing with genuine glee - Wendy showed her emotions so
easily.  I realized that the entire time we had been talking we had
been walking around the track. I think we were on our second lap
and it felt good not being tired or winded.  "So, unless you want
to spend the next three years visiting old nuns, how about you and
I learn to play volleyball?  Then we can get naked in the showers
afterwards!"

"You are so nasty!" said Wendy with a big smile.

We continued walking for another hour.  I looked at the high wall
that surrounded the entire property.  It was covered with vines and
shrubs but it was pretty clear that there would be no easy way over
these walls.  There were a total of three gates to the entire
place, which covered about six acres of land.  There was a service
gate at the rear for deliveries, the main front gate which was far
enough from the school so anyone thinking of sneaking out would be
easily seen and the one for the chapel which remained closed most
of the time according to Wendy.

While we had been walking, Wendy had given me her impressions of
the teachers.  Most of them were nuns, but there were a few regular
teachers as well. It did sound like they were well qualified though
and I looked forward to the morning.

As we returned to the dorm, I asked Wendy which bunk was hers and
she said she was directly across from me. She had chosen that one
so that she could change into her nightgown in privacy.  She was
still teased about it by the other girls, especially the ones who
had developed early and liked to flaunt their bodies.

"Fuck 'em."  I said which had Wendy giggling all the way back.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Wendy had been right though. Quite a few caustic remarks were
thrown in her direction as she went into the bathroom to change.  I
didn't care one way or another; the wardrobe provided more than
enough privacy for me to slip out of my clothes and into my
pajamas. I hadn't bothered to pack nightgowns since they would be
more of a hindrance on those nights I needed to scratch my itch.

Wendy came out, still blushing, wearing what could only be kindly
described as a grandmother's flannel nightgown. I went in to brush
my teeth and take a leak and when I came out, I started my 100
count on my hair.  I had already planned to save my makeup for
weekends when I might have visitors, and didn't see much need for
it during the week when all that would be around would be other
girls.  As I brushed my hair, I noticed Wendy glancing at me every
now and then.

In my first life, I wouldn't have given a girl like Wendy a second
look.  She was obviously a smart girl, but without a sexy figure,
she would be overlooked by both boys and men.  But I had been
honest with her when I said she was cuddly.  Looking at her from my
older point of view, I realized I had missed out on a lot of great
girls when I had been younger.  Cuddly was really nice.

I gave her a wink and then crawled into bed just minutes before
the lights went off.  I had spent the last 15 years mostly alone
anyway, so I had no problems missing anyone.  I thought of Mike and
Ann who were probably missing me right now, but the time I had
spent in the hospital must have given them an idea of what the
house would be like without me.  Then my mind drifted to Einstein.
I wondered how his day had gone and if he was settling in.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

"Wake up, sleepyhead!"

I could hear a voice but for a minute couldn't place it nor could
I remember where I was.

"Pete, it's time to get up!" said Wendy with some urgency.  "You
don't want to be late on your first day!"

I opened my eyes and smiled at Wendy. "Hi!  I guess I was more
tired than I realized."

She smiled back and said that we had to get ready for breakfast
and then off to class.  I crawled out of bed and pulled one of my
uniforms out of the wardrobe and put it on the bed.  Then I went to
brush my teeth and empty my bladder.  By the time I got out, Wendy
was already dressed.  It amazed me how a girl could manage to get
dressed under a nightgown, but she had done it.

I opened the plastic bags up and inspected what I had to deal
with.  A white blouse, wonderful, a blue jacket with the school
crest embroidered on the front over the heart, a plaid skirt, and
plain low heel black shoes along with white socks.  Fashion could
have used a lift here.

With a sigh, I slipped off my pajama top and struggled with the
bra, which started Wendy giggling.  "I suppose you don't wear one
often," she said.

"Nope" I said as I finally got the padded cups into place.  "As a
matter of fact, I don't ever remember wearing one before last week."

"Oh, that's right," she said. "Sister Margaret said you had
suffered from amnesia."

"Does everybody know that?"  I asked.  I wasn't annoyed or upset;
I just figured I could probably get away with more mistakes if it
was common knowledge.

"I'm sure all of the teachers know, and everybody in this dorm
knows, so yeah, you can be pretty sure that by the end of the week
everybody will know."

I nodded my head.  "Good, then I won't have to explain it to
everybody." I started to pull off my PJ bottoms when I remembered
to tell Wendy to bring her gym suit with her today.

"But I thought you were kidding," she sputtered.

I knew that what bothered her most was the teasing in the showers,
so I decided to let her see that between us girls, we had nothing
that other girls didn't.  I skinned off my bottoms and took my time
slipping my panties on.  I made a joke about adjusting my balls,
then slipped on the skirt.  This was the easiest thing to do.  I
was still having problems with the reversed button pattern on the
blouse, but it didn't take me as long as I thought it would.  I
tucked the blouse in, slipped on the jacket and then brushed my
hair quickly and tied it back with an elastic.  I had found some in
my bedroom when I was trying to figure out what Patricia had been
like.  The socks and shoes went on, I made my bed and we were out
the door.

Breakfast was good.  There was a decent assortment of everything
from bacon and eggs to waffles, cereal, toast, and juice.  But no
coffee!

Once again, I steered Wendy away from the carb heavy breads and
piled her tray with grapefruit, fresh fruit, two juices, and a
helping of eggs and bacon.  "You're going to need this," I said.
Wendy just accepted my word.  I'm sure she had her doubts, but I
didn't give her a chance to argue.

When we made it to our homeroom for the morning religion class I
was introduced as a late starter who had just a week ago been at
death's door.  I thought that was pretty dramatic, but then again,
I didn't remember it either. Before I was allowed to sit down, the
nun asked if anyone had any questions they wanted to ask me about
such a harrowing experience.

Most of the questions were basically the same that everybody asks
a survivor of a near death experience.  No, I didn't see a tunnel
of light.  No, I hadn't heard my name called, but yes, after the
experience I believed that God's hand had set me on this path.
That seemed to make the teacher very happy and I didn't know it at
the time, but she would bring this up with the principal and I
would be retelling this story over and over for the next few years.

With a smaller class size, and a surprisingly open minded teacher,
discussion was pretty lively.  I guess that in a religious class
there really isn't much you can do in the way of homework other
than remember important dates and people, but the nun even allowed
discussion on whether Lot's wife had actually been turned into a
pillar of salt or if that was just a metaphor.  I found it
interesting and paid attention. This was, in my mind, how school
should be, challenging the students instead of stifling them.

My next three classes were all in the English department.  English
Lit was a blast. Instead of teaching Shakespeare, the teacher, one
of the few male teachers on the faculty, had us study contemporary
writers.  Thankfully in my previous life I had read some of War and
Peace, so I wasn't too unfamiliar with the classics and not too far
behind the class when it came to the reading assignments.

English Comp was just one room over and I met up with Wendy again
who was taking the same class.  The nun was a stickler for the
rules of writing and grammar and had us edit selected pieces from
various newspapers and magazine articles. Half the class was spent
on discussion of whys and how's and the other half on practical
experience.

This might be the only class to actually make me think and work.
On top of all that, we also had to work on our penmanship and learn
how to use a typewriter, which in itself was not a bad thing as I
had previous experience on a keyboard, but the IBM Selectric
typewriter was a monster. No spell checker on these babies! So, I
learned to slow down and reduce my typos.

The English option that I had selected was basically public
speaking.  It was a very small class for those who thought that one
day they might need the training for speaking to groups of people,
and included kids older than my current 14 years.  I was pleased to
hear that this class included school trips to radio and television
stations.  Public speaking had always been easy for me, and except
for the annunciation exercises, lessons in posture and such, it was
going to be a real easy credit. I knew how to project my voice and
when to pause for effect.  The big term assignment was to write and
deliver a ten-minute speech at the South Western Regional Public
Speaking Contest.

At lunch, I once again took charge of what Wendy should eat.
"Damn, Pete," she said.  "Can't I have any bread?"

"Yes, but not for the next few weeks, Wendy," I said patiently.
"And then it will be whole wheat.  White refined flour isn't good
for you."

"And all this fruit.  I'm liable to turn into one," she said
before she realized the double meaning, and blushed.

I just laughed and said, "You wish!"

Lunch was quickly over and it was back to class. Wendy and I were
in the same math classes so we spent the next two periods together
as well. I liked the idea that Wendy shared the same goals as me
when it came to taking as many advanced courses as possible. She
was shy in the discussion part of the class, but when it came to
answers, the teachers were quick to call on her, and she invariably
had the right answers.  With a boost to her self-esteem, she would
really become a force to be reckoned with in the future.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

History was. well it was as I expected: Easy for me because I did
know it, interesting in the discussion part, but not as challenging
as the math classes.  I was halfway through my last period when the
intercom beeped and I was told to go to the principal's office.

I knew I couldn't have done anything wrong yet, so with an apology
to the Geology teacher, I gathered up my books and left the room.
I dropped off my text books at my locker and took a quick step into
the bathroom to make sure that I looked presentable and then
entered the "Principal's Office."  In that other life, I had done
this many times, but never under friendly circumstances.

Sister Elizabeth Ann saw me immediately after I announced myself
to the secretary.  I couldn't tell much about her size or age since
she preferred to wear the old penguin suit that covered most of her
body, but she did have a very pleasant smile.

She stood up and extended her hand, a surprisingly strong grip.
"Hello, Patricia," she said.  "I hope the first day hasn't been too
hard on you."

"Not at all, Sister," I replied. "I feel invigorated.  The
teachers have been very nice and the level and degree to which they
will teach a subject is unbelievable!"  I knew I was gushing but it
was true.  It had been a very pleasant day, and if this is what I
had to look forward to for the next three years, I certainly
wouldn't complain, and I wouldn't waste the opportunity this time
either!

"I'm glad to hear that," she said. "I had a chance to talk to a
few of your morning teachers at lunch and they seem to feel you are
well up to the course load you have taken on.  I had been a bit
worried because you chose such a strenuous selection."

"I think I can handle it without any problems, Sister," I
responded.  "I can't remember if I had any difficulties at St.
John's or not, but I feel like I'm absorbing it like a sponge."

She laughed.  "It must have been awful to wake up and not know
anything about your past. How is it coming along? Your memory, that
is."

"Well," I paused for real dramatic effect. "I'm not sure why I
only seem to remember certain things, Sister."  I looked around to
make sure nobody was within earshot.  "I don't think I was a bad
girl," I whispered.  "I kissed a boy when I was twelve, and tried a
cigarette last Easter, and even had a taste of wine, but I don't
think any of those things would cause me to lose my memory."

She smiled at me with a truly heartwarming smile. "I'm sure that
you weren't a bad girl either Patricia.  I've seen your school
records and they show you as a model student. These slight
transgressions you mentioned, I'm sure that everyone at your age
has tried them as well."

"Well, Sister," I said, "I think I was real lucky to be able to
come to St. Ursula's.  I think it was a gift from God."

The smile nearly disappeared and her eyes narrowed a bit.  "Why do
you think that, Patricia?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sister," I said quickly, "I wasn't suggesting that
God granted me any favors, I just thought that it was a gift for my
parents."  I looked at the floor as I continued.  "You see, Sister,
I don't know why I remember what I remember and it's been really
hard on them.  And my Mom thinks it's her fault that I nearly died,
and every day that I have to relearn something about my life, well,
I think it reminds them. I think they sort of feel responsible for
what happened to me."

It didn't take much acting on my part to say this, as it was
basically the truth.  I really liked Mike and Ann, but I had no
memories of ever having spent time with them and I was fourteen!
For all intents and purposes, I had only met them for the first
time when I woke up in the hospital.

The smile had returned to Sister Elizabeth Ann's face when I
finally looked up.  "Sister Mary Francis mentioned at lunch time
that she thought your beliefs had deepened with your accident.  She
was quite moved by your speech.  A lot of girls would take
advantage of a situation like this and talk about lights and
tunnels, but you said you had experienced nothing like that, that
you had just basically woken up with a firmer conviction."

I remained silent, wondering where this was heading.

"Sister Margaret said she had assigned Wendy to be your guide
while you adjusted here.  I assume Wendy has explained all the
rules to you?"

"Oh yes, Sister," I said.  "Wendy has been fantastic.  She's a
really nice girl.  I hope she and I can become friends."

This seemed to please the nun. "I'm sure the two of you will
become good friends. Now you know about our after school options?"

"Yes Sister," I said.  Then I figured I might as well go for
broke.  "I was wondering, Sister."

"Yes Patricia?"

"Well, I don't like to ask for any special privileges, but the
doctor said I still had to take it easy for a while."

She interrupted me, "Do you want permission to skip on the after
class activities until you feel better?"

"Oh NO, Sister, I know I was good in sports and I know I can't
just get back into them without practice and stuff. I was just
going to ask if it was okay for Wendy to help me and sort of keep
an eye on me till I'm fully recovered."

"What did you have in mind, Patricia? Your school record says you
were active in volleyball, basketball, baseball, and track.  We
sure could use a good athlete on our teams."

"Well," I said, "since I can't run yet, I thought I would spend an
hour of just fast walking around the track and then maybe an hour
of volleyball since that's the season now, and it wouldn't take too
much running."

"You want TWO hours of physical activity?" the nun asked.  "Oh my,
you most certainly are a determined girl.  I don't recall anyone
ever asking for extra time.  Is Wendy up to it?  It might be you
who has to keep an eye on her."

"We walked around the track for nearly two hours yesterday," I
said, "and she had no problems, and I asked her to help me with
volleyball and she agreed."  Well, she didn't actually say 'no.'

I was clearly confusing the nun, but in the end she gave her
consent as long as it didn't affect our grades.  I assured her that
we would never let that happen; after all, education came first.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Wendy couldn't believe her ears. On one hand, she was pleased to
be doing something other than visiting the retired nuns, but there
was still the part about the gym shower that bothered her.

"That's why I asked for the extra time, Wendy," I told her.
"Everybody will be out of the showers and doing something else when
we take ours and I won't make fun of you."  But it was a good thing
she couldn't see the visions in my head.  They were just wishful
thoughts of course, but I couldn't shake the image of soaping
Wendy's fresh virginal body from head to toe.

To be continued.
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