The following day, John could not believe all that had transpired the night before. The steaming bath scene seared into his mind. It was all he could think about. Sharon made it seem like nothing happened and smiled, "Good morning," as she sat his breakfast before him. John reddened, but as she walked away, his eyes bore into her back, now with a hyper realization of what was underneath.

"You are beaming; something wonderful must have happened to you last night," Viola, the young nun who had shrieked at his cock last night, was now helping him eat his breakfast. With some insistence, she persuaded John to let her feed...