The Abbess arose from her chair and walked slowly up to Angela.
‘Your school blouse is wet, and there is something on your chin….’ She reeled back in shock with the realisation of what it was. ‘You are head girl, eighteen years old and off to University soon, and you do this! What a way to end your time at the convent. What do you think you were doing?’
Angela spoke for the first time. ‘I was curious.’
‘She had his part in her mouth,’ the nun volunteered.
‘You have the seed of men on your chin and your uniform is filthy with it. How could you do such a thing?’
All Angela could say was ‘I liked it, the smell…. the taste….’
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