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Yes, Sister Margaret. Good evening.

Sister Paula told me that you needed my assistance.

Yes, I told her to send for you.

How may I be of service, Mother?

Well, Sister Margaret, I've been standing on my feet quite a bit lately.

And I'm feeling a little bit achy and cramped up.

I could barely get into my shoes this morning.

I need you to rub them for me.

Mother, I don't know if I'm worthy of this task.

It's Sister Anna who has the gift of healing.

And I want you to do it, Sister Margaret.

Yes, Mother Magdalene.

I've prepared some hot towels and oils for you here.

A bit further up sister on my legs.

The pain goes up quite a ways.

Fire.

Thank you.

Thank you.

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I love you.

Ah.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Oh.

Okay.

Hmm.

Beautiful. There you go.

Yes.

Thank you.

Keep going.

Thank you.

Thank you.

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Hmm.

Thank you.

I wanted to see you this morning because I'm concerned about one of our young

sisters.

Oh.

Yes, she seems to daydream quite a bit during Mass.

Her eyes seem to glaze over like she's imagining some secret pleasure.

I'd like to know what it is she's thinking about, if not her prayers.

I'm not sure I know which young sister you're referring to, Mother Magdalene.

Bridget.

Sister Bridget.

Don't tell me you haven't noticed it, too.

Perhaps she's struggling a bit with her faith and just needs to be counseled.

Would you like me to consult Father Malali? I'm sure you can... No, no, no,

no. Not Father Malali.

Sister Bridget is a young woman.

And if she's struggling with certain feminine issues, desire for love or

romance, or biological urges of some kind,

she may feel uncomfortable confiding in a man.

Even a priest like Father Mullally.

I'd like you to do it.

Me?

Mother?

I'm not sure I know Sister Bridget well enough to approach her in the right way.

Sister Paula, are you doubting my judgment?

No. No, Mother, I'm not.

Of course I will speak with her.

Very well. It's almost time for morning prayer.

You'd better be getting along.

Bless your mother. Bless your sister.

I just have fights of scare.

Really? Who scared you?

Mother Magdalen.

She started telling me she was worried about a young sister daydreaming during

prayer.

I thought for sure she was talking about you.

I've been trying not to let my mind wander.

Even when you're kneeling beside me now.

I've been doing the same.

Every day I've been praying for the strength to avoid temptation.

It's hard to avoid when we live in the same convent.

You have to pray too, Sister Frances. We both have to pray for strength.

The Lord will hear us if we ask him together.

I was praying for strength, but then you came in.

Well then, let's pray together.

God, forgive me.

Thank you.

Oh!

Bye-bye.

Oh.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, man.

Oh.

Thank you.

You're going to get caught.

Put it away.

You can't stop reading, Jess. Just a few more pages.

If Mother Maxon catches you, you're going to be doing penance for the rest

of the year. here.

We have an hour before dinner, so don't try to bring that book with you and read

it under the table.

Will you stay here and read it to me?

I just want to close my eyes and listen.

You're going down a dark path and you're trying to take me with you.

Just two phases.

No one will know.

It was as if his feeling of affection for the belt were a feeling of affection

for the past that he could not rid himself of entirely.

For her, the belt represented the gestures made in the past. She asked

herself if all the caresses had been the same.

She interpreted his preoccupation occupation in her own way.

He was thinking of his political activity, which he had surrendered for

her. Perhaps he was suffering from his inaction.

All day, as she did other things, her thoughts circled around him.

Alone in bed, she remembered his expressions.

The laughter at the corner of his eyes, the willingness of his chin, the

glittering of his teeth, the shape of his lips as he uttered words of desire.

that she could erect against him.

By a lover's meeting came a secret battle between two wills, a series of

ruses. If they had a quarrel, and he quarreled over her intimate association

with Miguel and Donald, because, he said, they were making love to her

through the bodies of each other. Then he knew she would withhold her orgasm

from him.

He stormed out and sought to conquer her with the wildest caresses.

He treated her brutally at times.

I don't want to be a nun anymore.

I want to be a fighter.

That's silly.

Of course you want to be a nun.

This is just a book. You're getting too carried away.

I want to experience forbidden things.

Everyone does.

You're supposed to pray for the strength to overcome that.

I want to overcome it.

I want to experience it.

All the things she's writing about, I want to live that.

Don't you?

Sometimes.

But it's not the life I've chosen.

I can't leave this continent, and neither can you.

I have nowhere to go.

What if we go together?

We would still have nowhere to go.

No, I mean, what if we explore forbidden things together?

That would... be a sin.

Ha ha.

. .

Thank you.

I don't know.

I'm getting so hot.

Help me with this please.

Thank you.

No. No.

Mm. Mm.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bye. Bye.

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I don't know.

Thank you.

Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Come in.

Hello, Sister Paula.

Good morning, Sister Bridget.

Do you have a moment to talk?

I was just on my way to morning devotion.

Well, Mother Superior asked me to speak with you.

She did?

Oh, is something wrong?

Well, she doesn't quite know. That's why she sent me.

May I sit down?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Um...

Mother

Superior is a bit concerned about you.

She said you seem distracted lately.

As if you're daydreaming about something.

She really does see everything, doesn't she?

Sometimes I think she's more all-knowing than God himself.

Sister Bridget.

I mean no disrespect, Sister Paula.

I just didn't realize my state of mind had become so apparent.

Mother is only concerned for your well-being.

She sent me to counsel you.

Sister Paula, I appreciate your concern, and Mother Magdalene's.

But there is nothing I wish to share at this moment.

Sister. You know the rules.

We can have no sequels here.

Am I being ordered to confess my private thoughts?

My personal view is that whatever is troubling you is between you and God.

But I do have to report back to Mother Magdalene.

And she may view it somewhat differently.

You've been doubting my faith recently.

Something we've all gone through at one time or another.

Really? You have?

We all have.

And those who haven't, will.

What is it that's troubling you?

I've had feelings lately.

Wishes that I've never experienced before.

Desires?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Maybe they are.

Tell me about them.

It's very embarrassing, sister.

Unless you prefer to tell Mother directly.

No.

No.

I'll tell you.

A

few

months ago, I began feeling a strange sensation in my...

It was like an itch almost.

A tingly feeling.

I felt this overwhelming urge to touch myself there.

Did you?

Yes.

Well, at first I thought perhaps I was ill.

So I came to my room and got in bed.

But that feeling just kept coming back.

So I put my hand there.

And did that make it stop?

Not at first.

It made it worse, I think.

Better, yet worse.

It was like some force was moving my hand, and it was the most pleasurable

sensation I'd ever experienced.

I prayed for the strength to stop, but I couldn't.

I had to keep touching myself.

More and more.

But you eventually stopped, obviously.

I didn't think I ever would.

But suddenly there was this unbelievably powerful feeling.

Like an explosion.

It was like my body was on fire with pleasure.

I can't even describe it.

And ever since that day, I've been obsessed.

That's the only way to put it.

I haven't been able to think about anything else but that feeling.

When I'm in mass, all I can do is count the minutes until I can be alone in my

room.

So I can experience it again.

I've been succumbing to this urge every day, sister.

It's taken over all my thoughts, even my prayers.

Show me.

What?

Show me what you do.

But what if it's satanic?

What if I'm possessed by an evil spirit?

Then I'll cast them out for you.

Don't be afraid.

Show me.

Well, I have to remove some of my garments.

If you must.

How does it feel, Sister Bridget?

It feels so good.

I can't stop.

I will pray with you.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

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Okay.

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Okay.

Thank you.

Put yourself all over me.

Thank you.

Okay.

Ugh.

Thank you.

What?

What will it do to me?

I feel like it's getting better.

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