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It was my first night at St. Marta's School for women,
and had woken up when my roommate slid in to my bed with
me.

I had arrived with all the other girls, supposedly all
raised in a religious environment, and all having a
mother who had gone here before us. My mom and dad had
never let me date, and the internet was something sent
by the devil to lead me into temptation. I had been a
little shocked at some of the language the other girls
used when the nuns weren't around, but tried to not let
them know.

My roommate, Leila, was from California, and had the
blonde, blue eyed, big breasted look that my dad said
the 'Californicators' had. She seemed really nice
though, talking and chatting about all kinds of stuff.
She did make me blush when she watched me take my school
uniform off and put my pajamas on, since she saw my
panties, and I think she saw my breasts before I put my
top on.

There wasn't much there, but I had squeezed them once
before I became too embarrassed, and they filled my
hands. Leila's were twice that size, making me blush
really hard when she just pulled her clothes off in
front of me. "Leila!" I had squealed, turning away when
I looked up to see her naked. It was a couple of minutes
later that I realized she didn't have any hair in her...
place. She had laughed and said something about us being
girls, and we all had the same stuff.

So when she slid into my bed I wasn't sure what she
wanted. I froze as she slid forward and spooned against
my back. Her arm went over me, with the other under my
pillow. I could feel her hips pushing into my... behind,
making me feel... odd.

"I'm homesick," she whispered, "can I sleep with you?"

I nodded, not sure what to do. You can't very well tell
someone who tells you they're homesick to get the hell
away from you. What if she killed herself?

We laid like that for a while before I realized her hand
was on my belly. It felt super warm lying against my
pajama top, feeling like it covered my whole tummy. I
sort of tensed up, but she kind of let her hand rub my
tummy as she whispered in a sleepy voice "What? Hmm,,"
then seemed to fall back asleep. Her hand though kept
moving in a twitchy sort of way, making me kind of...
warm.

Her thumb touched the bottom of my breast a couple of
times, before she stopped twitching. I woke up really
late to realize she had moved, and now her hand was
resting on my breast, sort of laying over it, but kind
of cupping it too.

My nipple was hard, making me blush, even though no one
could see me. It sort of felt good as my nipple pushed
against her hand when I breathed in and out. I almost
gasped out loud when I realized my... place was getting
wet. Oh my god, this had happened before. Mom had said
it was arousal, and was meant for making it easier for a
man's thing to go into a woman's place. This was bad.

I must have twitched slightly, because Leila muttered
something and pulled me tighter, making her hand pull in
against my breast. I felt so ashamed when I sort of
moaned and I felt my place tingle. It took forever to
fall asleep, my body sort of going hot and cold as
little flashes would run through my breast. Leila was up
when I woke up, saying, "Rise and shine sleepy head, got
to go learn some stuff," She stopped and gave me a
serious look before saying, "Thanks for letting me sleep
with you."

I smiled shyly and told her it was fine. I wanted to say
she shouldn't do it again, but how do you say something
like that without sounding like a really mean person.

The school uniform was a bit of a shock for me, since I
was used to long dresses. It was what I guessed was
standard catholic school wear, but the skirt only came
to my knees, and the white blouse was somewhat see
through, making it so you could see my bra if the light
was right.

We didn't even have jackets to wear, just a blouse. I
was blushing constantly as I realized I could see other
girl's bras too. I sort of followed Leila, hanging
behind her as she chatted and talked with everyone. I
envied her being able to do that. A couple of the girls
had the top buttons of their blouses open, meaning you
could see the tops of their breasts.

We had three different teachers during the day, each
covering two subjects. sister Martha, sister Mary and
sister Joanne. Martha and Mary were really young for
teachers, probably not more than twenty five, and Joanne
was about thirty five I thought. My daily counselor was
sister Beth, though they said I probably wouldn't have
one past the first four weeks since they rotated the
girls. She was only in her twenties too, and looked so
pretty and happy.

The classes were fairly nice, the sisters all seeming to
like us and not being harsh or mean. I felt awful when I
found myself looking at sister Mary's bosom as she was
sitting at the desk. Not that anything showed, but it
swelled her habit and made me... uh no I was horribly
embarrassed when sister Beth started by asking about sex
and if I had done it, telling me she was surprised how
many girls did before coming here.

When I said no, she told me she was proud of me, but to
remember that forgiveness was always there for those who
strayed. Everyone strayed at some point and we were
required to accept and forgive the flaws of others. She
asked me about masturbation and seemed doubtful about my
having never done it, then was even more impressed when
she finally believed me. When she asked about arousal I
blushed and told her about Leila and her hand.

"Betsy," she said, "I'm proud that you were able to
overcome your own fears to comfort Leila like that," It
took me a moment to figure out what she said, then I
said "You mean... it wasn't... like bad?"

She kind of laughed and said, "You didn't approach her
for that did you?" When I shook my head vigorously no,
she said "so you did it for her," sister Beth patted my
hand and said, "Many of the girls become home sick, and
cuddling in bed gives them comfort. I have seen many
times when a girl will massage another girl's breasts in
her sleep, I think because it comforts them by bringing
back memories of being a c***d," "Oh," I said slowly,
"So... so it... it isn't bad?"

sister Beth smiled warmly and said, "Betsy, it says such
good things about you that you would let your roommate
do something you find personally uncomfortable."

"Oh," I said again.

"If it is uncomfortable for you, or you don't wish to
comfort her, let me know and we can find another
roommate for you,," sister Beth said.

"No," I said, "no, I... I don't mind if you think... you
know... it's ok."

sister Beth gave me a hug and said, "I think you are
very sweet for doing it."

Leila had me join her for lunch with some other girls,
and when one of them said a bad word, Leila frowned at
her and said, "Julie, don't use words like that in front
of Betsy," Julie looked really surprised, but I gave
Leila a shy smile of thanks, not having the courage to
say that myself. One of the worst things about the
school was the showers. They were communal. Really they
were. three of us girls had to share them.

I almost screamed when I walked in to see a tall girl
name Susan washing her breasts when I came around the
corner. She laughed and said, "Come on Betsy, we're all
girls," I blushed horribly, but sort of backed under a
shower, trying not to let everyone see me. When Susan
walked by on the way out and said, "See ya later," I
could see her place was bare like Leila's was. Mine had
started growing hair when I was thirteen, so I wondered
what had happened to theirs.

When Leila changed clothes in front of me again I was
tempted to ask her about her hair but was too
embarrassed. She saw me looking, making me feel like the
most awful person in the world. She was really nice
though and just gave me a little smile and went back to
putting her clothes on. Leila slept with me again, and
at first I was nervous, but she just put her arm around
me and rested on the blankets.

It wasn't until later that I woke up with her hand
cupping my breast. I sort of froze, trying to decide
what to do, but remembering what sister Beth had said,
just tried to relax. I made a soft squeak when her hand
squeezed my breast a little as she made a kind of sad
whimpering noise. I held still, realizing she must be
missing her mom. Her hand kind of squeezed and pushed
against my breast for a while, making my place wet
again. Really wet. My nipple was sort of sending little
shocks through me and I found my hips kind of moving on
their own.

I made them stop, but sort of breathed heavily as it got
harder to breath for some reason. It went on like this
for a while as I started panting a little, having
trouble taking deep breaths as my place got wetter and
wetter. Then it stopped and she sort of relaxed and her
hand let go. I shocked myself by being disappointed, but
told myself it was because I wanted to be sure Leila was
happy.

Leila was super nice to me the next day, including me in
the groups with her friends. I didn't say anything, but
everyone was really nice because she was my friend.

sister Beth asked me about Leila, so I said, "She uh...
did like you said."

She nodded knowingly and said, "I sort of expected it
Betsy. She works so hard to friendly and nice all day,
I'm sure all her fears come out at night. You said you
spent time with her today?"

I nodded and said, "Everyone likes her, and she kind
of... brings me with her."

That got a warm smile from sister Beth as she said,
"Yes, she's hiding her own fears and loneliness to make
you feel better. You really are the best roommate she
could have gotten," She must have seen something in my
face, because she said, "Is something wrong?"

"It... it's just that... you know when she does that," I
mumbled.

sister Beth took my hand and looked at me seriously to
say "Betsy are you wanting to tell me it makes you
aroused?"

I blushed horribly as I nodded.

"Oh Betsy, and you let her do that,," sister Beth said,
making me think I was going to hell, but then added "you
are like an angel sweetheart. You've never even
masturbated and you would do this for a sweet girl you
just met. I am so proud," That got another blush because
she was praising me for something I thought she was
going to say I would go to hell for. I couldn't look at
her as I said, "But... but it makes me... you know...
so... so what should I... do?"

She was holding my hand and as I finished stuttering the
question, she reached up to stroke my cheek as she said,
"You are doing an act of kindness for a poor, lonely
girl Betsy. I know you personally do not like what she
is doing, or how it affects you, so you must believe I
don't think you are a bad person for this," she sighed
as she put her hand down to hold mine in both of hers as
she said, "You don't know the feelings associated with
arousal, so it will probably shock you as they happen,"
she shook her head sadly and said, "It may be more than
you should do for Leila, Betsy. I'm sorry to say that it
may become intense enough for you to orgasm, and I
wouldn't want you to be traumatized.

"This kind of sacrifice isn't something everyone is
capable of Betsy, and you should never blame yourself if
you are not one of those who can make it," That was a
lot to a take in... orgasm? I had heard of it, but
didn't think I had ever had one. But I also didn't want
to walk away from a soul in need.

"I... if you don't think I'm... well bad... I suppose I
could try to help," I said softly.

sister Beth stroked my cheek again as she said, "You are
the sweetest, most caring girl I've seen here Betsy,"
Susan was in the shower again when I came in, washing
her breasts just like last time. She had large, firm
looking breasts, but I didn't think it should take that
long to wash them. Leila kind of looked sad when we were
getting ready for bed so I asked what was wrong. "I miss
mom," she said softly I smiled and told her I
understood, and she could sleep with me again if she was
lonely. She looked like she might cry as she hugged me
and said I was the best roommate.

Leila fell asleep right away as she snuggled up, and her
hand moved to my breast as I was almost asleep myself.
She didn't do anything for a while, and I was close to
falling asleep again, when she began squeezing.

I let out a long breath, trying to keep from letting out
a moaning noise. The feelings were really intense,
almost as if the previous nights had built up inside me.
She did this for what seemed like forever, but was
probably only ten minutes, then her hand twitched and
fell down a little. It ended up snagged inside my pajama
top, her finger tips touching my bare breast on the
other side.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, then she
made one of her sad noises and her hand twitched a
couple of times. I realized it was kind of snagged in my
top, and it was making her twitch more. I reached up and
undid the top button so she could pull it out, and
planned to put it back, but her hand slid up and cupped
my breast again, my top pulled open and her hand on bare
skin. I had to open my mouth wide to keep from making
any noise as I let out a long breath. My place was very
wet now, and it felt really strange, almost like an itch
that I had to scratch, but deeper.

I wanted to move my hips and rub them against something
to make it better, but couldn't move. Then she began
squeezing again. I was leaving my mouth wide open as I
tried to breath quietly, but I found myself making soft
noises as I sort of clenched my thighs and my... place.
When her hand kind of rubbed my nipple a couple of
times, a shock ran through me, making my body clench
tight and some kind of... feeling ran from my place up
to my head.

I was kind of twitching and moving my hips as I felt
like pee on my legs. I wasn't stupid, so I knew that was
female juice that we use to help men, but it was the
first time I had done that. I was sort of lying in bed,
my body totally relaxed, and I realized, drooling a
little when I fell asleep.

I was so embarrassed the next morning, but Leila just
looked over and said, "You must have had a good dream
Betsy, we all have them, nothing to be embarrassed
about."

She really was the nicest person. During sister Mary's
class I saw a girl one row forward, with her hand under
her skirt, sort of rubbing her place. I almost gasped
when the girl next to her reached over and did it for
her. When sister Mary saw them I thought they were in
for it for sure, but she just twitched her fingers for
them to separate and gave them an understanding smile. I
was really confused.

I had a lot of questions for sister Beth, that was for
sure.

She started by asking about classes and any issues, then
asked how Leila was doing.

"Um... it... you know... happened," I mumbled.

"She snuggled with you," sister Beth asked absently.

"Um... no... the thing... you know... orgasm," and I
whispered the last word

She smiled and patted my hand before saying, "Oh, I
thought something bad. That's normal Betsy, like I said.
An orgasm is sort of your bodies reward for certain
acts. In this case it's for doing something nice for
your roommate. It did feel good right?"

I nodded vigorously, so she smiled again and said, "It's
fine than Betsy"

"Oh," I said slowly, then looking down I said, "Um
sister Beth, during sister Mary's class, two girls, well
one girl, then two girls, well they... um..." then I
faded out, unable to continue.

"They cheated?" sister Beth asked sternly.

I blinked, startled and said, "No, no, they well touched
their place," She looked confused, then comprehending as
she said, "Their vaginas?" That got a fierce blush from
me as I ducked my head and nodded.

"Well," she said, "did sister Mary separate them?"

I nodded, so she said, "They really shouldn't do that in
class, so I'm glad Mary stopped them. There's a time and
place for things like that, and class isn't one of them
in my opinion. But some teachers don't mind, so it's
kind of up to the teacher."

I was gaping at her in surprised, "What?!"

She looked confused for a moment, then said, "You had an
orgasm didn't you Betsy?" When I blushed and nodded, she
said, "Didn't it seem like it would make you crazy, and
want to rub your vagina?"

God my face was going to burn up as I nodded yes.

sister Beth sort of shrugged and said, "I don't think
you've dealt with arousal like that much Betsy, but some
girls get like that a lot, and it makes it very hard for
them to concentrate. Picture sitting in the classroom
feeling like you did last night, wouldn't you want
someone to help you?" My eyes were blinking like crazy,
trying to process what she was saying. "But... but I
thought that was bad?"

sister Beth looked confused, then said, "Well, doing
that for money, or with a married person, or for ungodly
pleasure would be wrong. But you are just teenage girls
going through the change Betsy. Your body is forcing you
to become aroused, and there's really little you can do
about it. Many girls allow boys to put their penis in
them because they are so aroused, which is why there are
so many teenage pregnancies." She kind of frowned at me
and said, "I think it is much better if a friend helps
you relieve the arousal like that, then allowing a boy
to do it for you."

"Oh," I mumbled.

sister Beth gave me a sort of pitying look and said,
"Don't let it worry you sweetheart, this is a lot for
you to take in I think. Most mothers have explained
these things before the girls come to school, but every
now and then someone like you comes here. If you have
questions, I'll be happy to answer them for you if you
wish. You concentrate on your schoolwork."

"Oh... okay," I said softly, kind of feeling like an
idiot now. I was kind of in a daze after that, and Leila
took me under her wing and chatted with me.

We were sitting in the room in our pajamas talking when
I got up the nerve to ask Leila about some of it.

"Um Leila," I said slowly. "Can I... ask you something?"

"Sure Betsy," she said brightly "Were friends, you can
ask me anything."

"Oh... um," I mumbled, "do you... I mean do you get
like... aroused?" and I barely whispered the last part.

Leila shrugged and said, "Yeah, of course, everyone
does."

"Oh," I muttered, "what do you... you know... do?"

She waved a hand and kind of tossed her head as she
said, "Well sometimes I can ignore it you know, but
others, well, you just can't. Mom said when it gets like
that you have to relieve it or it'll make you crazy
enough to want for anyone to touch you, including a
boy."

"Oh," I said softly again. When I didn't say anything
she said, "I had a friend back home who would help and I
did it for her, but I haven't met a friend like that
yet."

"H-help?" I asked.

She looked at me in confusion and said, "Yeah, you know,
does things to allow you to orgasm so the arousal goes
away. It's much easier when someone else does it because
god made our bodies that way. Mom says that's why girls
talk themselves into letting boys do it if you wait too
long."

"Oh," I said stupidly for like the thousandth time "You
don't have to be embarrassed if you need to do that. I
haven't yet, but you won't mind if I did it myself would
you? I can go somewhere else if it bothers you?"

"Oh... no... um that's ok... I guess," I said slowly.
She smiled and gave me a hug before saying. "Thanks
Betsy, I wasn't sure, you seem kind of... unaware
sometimes, but you're like the nicest person here."

I smiled a little at that and said, "Um yeah, I think
maybe mom didn't... you know, tell me stuff."

Leila kind of bounced on her bed as she said, "Meh,"
with a finger wave "Just ask sister Beth, she'll show
you what to do if you don't know."

"Oh," I said again.

She eventually told me about a trip to Disney she took
with her family and it sounded like a lot of fun.

We were giggling at the stuff she did, but it did sound
like her mom was really nice about things. I was kind of
surprised to find myself disappointed when Leila didn't
massage my breasts, just putting her arm around me. She
must be getting more comfortable here.

My education continued the next day when I walked into
the shower to find Susan and a girl name Rosa in there.
Rosa was rubbing Susan's place, while Susan was holding
tight to Rosa. I stopped embarrassed, but Leila walked
in behind me and said, "Oh, you know, what we talked
about. Go ahead, I'm sure they'll be done soon." She
kind of pushed me in, following me. Susan was leaning
against the wall with Rosa standing in front of her, her
head on Susan's shoulder, and her hand in Susan's place.

It looked like her fingers might actually be inside her
place, but that couldn't be right. I couldn't help
watching as Susan began moaning loudly, then let out a
sort of scream. She kind of held onto Rosa and panted
for a bit, then Rosa stepped back and put her hand up to
Susan's mouth and I watched her lick her woman juices
off of Rosa's hand. I turned away when Susan looked up,
but found myself sort of panting as I washed up. I
realized at one point I had washed my breasts for a
while and stopped.

I was really embarrassed to find my place damp with
arousal, but made myself ignore it, a little worried
about what would happen if I kept ignoring it.

A girl in front of me in sister Martha's class was sort
of touching her place, but sister Martha saw me looking
and kind of frowned at me, so I looked away. I was
mortified when sister Martha had me stay back to talk.

"I know you wanted to help Amy, Betsy, but she's just
going to have to try to wait until after class," sister
Martha said, getting me to look at her in shock and
saaid, 'Um... uh... what?"

She looked confused then and said, "Isn't that what you
were thinking? sister Beth says you are a super sweet
and helpful girl, so I thought you felt bad for Amy,"

"Oh," I said, my stock answer to everything. "I... um...
I'm sorry." I didn't want to say yes or no since that
would be a lie, but didn't want her to think bad of me
either.

She patted my shoulder and said "You are an angel dear.
sister Beth thinks so well of you," I was kind of
floating over that, so smiled at sister Beth when I came
in to talk. We talked about class work, and what I was
interested in for a while, then she said, "Is everything
else good dear? Is Leila doing ok?"

I nodded and she said, "Wonderful, I think you're very
good for Leila, she seems so happy. sister Mary says you
were so sweet today, wanting to help poor Amy too, but
Mary really doesn't want you girls to do that in class"

I blushed crimson, but stuttered out a "Oh... of
course."

"I take it then that you've learned how to do that for
your friends?" sister Beth asked, "Well... um," I
stuttered sister Beth gave me a suspicious look and
said, "Are you deceiving me about something Betsy? You
really don't seem like that kind of girl," Now I was
mortified, so I said, "Um... no... not really... but...
I watched two girls... so you know I thought if I...
helped?" god it sounded dumb. But sister Beth smiled in
relief and said, "Oh, okay. That really is sweet of you,
wanting to help before you've even really learned how
yet." She patted my hand and said, "I wish all the girls
were like you Betsy." Oh I was really a bad person.

"If you want to learn, you might ask Leila to help,"
sister Beth said absently as she filled out a couple of
forms "if you asked, I'm sure she will show you how to
do it," she kept writing as she said, "I'll explain to
her that you're embarrassed because you didn't know
these things."

Oh god. How do I stop this? Oh... she'll think I'm a
terrible person now. I was kind of dragging a little
when Leila and I went to the room and Leila eyed me a
couple of times.

When we had our pajamas on she said, "Betsy, don't be
upset, sister Beth told me and there's nothing to be
embarrassed about," I sort of moaned, but didn't say
anything. She came over and put her hand around me and
said, "I know you worry about me, but I don't mind doing
this for you. I would feel awful if you wouldn't let me
help after you've been so nice to me." Oh god.

She sounded scared when she said, "You... you do like me
right, you're not... like going to act like were
friends, then treat me like... well..."

"No!" I said quickly, "No, we're friends Leila. I'm
sorry, of course you can... can help." I almost moaned
in despair as I realized what I had said.

She hugged me tight and said, "Oh thank you Betsy. The
girls at my last school would act like I was their
friend, then would be mean to me for fun. I... I really
felt... well... it was bad," The last came out really
sad.

I closed my eyes and sighed softly before saying "So
what do I need to do Leila,"

She sort of bounced in place and said, "Well, it sounded
like you were trying to help another girl during the
day, so I'll show you how to do it that way. Since it's
you and me at night, we won't need to do that now since
we can do that anytime you want," She was smiling so
sweetly at me.

"Ok," I said slowly.

"Here' she said "Put the skirt back on so I can show
you."

Resigned to my fate, I pulled my pajama bottoms off and
slid the skirt on over my panties, then sat down next to
her.

She was smiling chirpily at me as she sat next to me and
said, "Ok, now it's best not to make a big production
out of this because it distracts other people," she held
up her hand and said, "so you want to make it sort of
subtle like this," Leila looked ahead like she was
watching the board, and let her hand fall on my knee. I
gasped a little as she let it slide up my thigh, pushing
my skirt up.

I stared at her hand until she said, "No Betsy, you have
to keep looking forward. It's mean to the people around
you if you are really obvious, because it makes them
aroused too, then what do you do?"

I looked at the far wall with her as her hand slid up to
rest against my special place. No one had touched me
there except me and the doctor. I let out a long breath,
staring straight ahead. Her fingers began stroking over
my panties, sort of pushing in against my place. Spikes
of... something kept shooting through there into my
stomach. After less than a minute she pushed in harder,
getting a small moan from me.

"Try not to make too much noise Betsy," Leila said as
her fingers turned to push into me a little as she
stroked up and down "It distracts people," I felt a
little sweat run down my neck as I let out long breaths.
I could feel my panties becoming wet with my woman
juices as she stroked.

"Now," Leila said, "It can be awkward depending on how
you're sitting, but putting your fingers against the
vagina works best," I almost gasped at the word, but
knew it wasn't really bad, so held it in. I let out
another soft moan when her hand moved up a little and
her fingers pushed into the top of my panties. When her
fingers touched my... vagina, I had to tilt my head back
and tighten my body as strong feelings surged through my
body.

I was close to when I orgasmed before, my hips kind of
moving on their own, and my breath coming in gasps. Her
fingers were so warm as they slid between the folds of
my place, my juices making them very slick. I didn't
realize it, but I was making long grunting noises when
her fingers found a spot at the top of my place that
felt like a bolt of electric pleasure shot through me,
making me let out a short screech and orgasm on her
hand.

She held her finger on that spot, making me shudder and
thrust my hips around as my head tilted all the way back
and I seemed to orgasm again. When it finally stopped I
sort of slumped over against her, panting and sobbing a
little.

"Wow Betsy," Leila said, softly, "I don't think you do
that enough. You had a lot of arousal stored up."

I couldn't really speak, just panted and quivered in her
arms. I think I fell asleep like that. I was a little
dazed the next day, but Leila was really sweet, telling
me what a great friend I was. For the first time since I
arrived none of the girls seemed to be helping each
other with their arousal.

sister Beth was a little worried for me though and said,
"Leila talked with me Betsy. She was just a little
worried, and seemed to think you might be putting off
arousal relief to long."

"Oh," I said softly, a little worried since Leila had
mentioned that sister Beth sat down and put an arm
around me before saying, "Some girls try very hard to
avoid it, but it catches you eventually. What if it had
been a boy with you and he was touching you, would you
have had the will power to stop?"

I blinked at that, not really sure I would have. It felt
so incredibly good I almost forgot it was even Leila
there.

"I-I don't know," I said.

sister Beth nodded slowly before saying "Exactly.
Eighteen year old girls can probably go two, maybe

three days, but I wouldn't put it off longer than that."

My mouth dropped open in shock as I said, "Two days?"

She gave me a pensive look, then said, "Betsy I'm
beginning to worry a little. I think you might need
professional help. If you've been repressing everything
your whole life, I'm not sure you should be around the
other girls."

I was horrified as I said, "What? No... no sister Beth,
I'm ok, really!"

She hugged me for a second, then leaned back to say
"Maybe dear, but I worry about the other girls. You're a
bundle of suppressed arousal, and it will make the other
girls more sensitive too. I really think it might be
better to find an..." She stopped at my look, then said,
"Betsy, I'm not being mean, but I don't think you
understand,"

"Please sister Beth," I sobbed, "I'll fix it, I will.
What do I need to do?"

She sighed, then looked at me and said, "Honestly now
Betsy, until you came to our school, had you ever gave
yourself an orgasm?"

I sobbed in shame and shook my head no. She sagged a
little and shook her head, but gave me a 'ok' look as I
sobbed, "It will take weeks to bring your system into
line Betsy, and you'll need to do extreme arousal
techniques. You've repressed years of arousal sweet
girl, and it will be a lot of work for us to help you.
The sisters would have to work with you in the evenings
just to help."

I was crying hard, so she pulled me into her lap and
rocked me for a moment, then said, "If you're willing to
work with us, I guess we can try. You are a very sweet
and special girl, and you've been willing to help
everyone else."

I hugged her tightly for a moment, then she moved me
back to look at me sternly and say, "This will take a
lot of sacrifice by the school Betsy and I can't have
you decide to quit part way after we put a lot of time
and effort into this."

"I won't!" I cried, "I'll do anything."

"Ok," she said soothingly, "we'll try some things and
see how it goes," she looked at me like I was a problem
she needed to solve, then she said, "Part of the problem
is you're embarrassed by things the rest of the girls
take for granted."

I had stopped crying and was listening desperately to
what she said, really kind of mad at mom for putting me
in such a bad situation.

"What I'm going to recommend is a phased approach to
this Betsy," sister Beth said in a doctor kind of voice.
It made me feel better for some reason.

"We'll have Leila help you at night, probably doing what
she did last night. What exactly did she do for you,"
sister Beth asked. When I started to duck my head in
shame, she touched my chin and made me look her in the
eye as she said, "Embarrassment is for when you are
doing something wrong. Being shy and sweet is nice, but
acting like what a friend is doing for you is shameful
hurts their feelings." I wanted to cry again, but nodded
and tried to not hurt her feelings.

"Um... she had me put on my skirt, then she sort of...
um, put her hand on my leg. Then she... uh... slid it up
and touched my... place," I sort of whispered.

sister Beth shook her head despairingly and said,
"Betsy, if you can't say it, how can you do anything
with it." She nodded as she reached some kind of
decision and said, "I think we need to force you over
this by having you call it something that will embarrass
you. I want you to say pussy when you are talking about
your vagina."

I gaped at her in shock, but she just looked at me in a
stern way and said, "Everyone here is going to be
working hard for you Betsy, it seems like you could put
a little effort into this,"

Oh. She was right. Everyone else would be doing so much.
I felt like a total bad person, so I nodded and said,
"she touched my... p-pussy." My place was getting a
little wet, making me feel really bad. She rubbed for a
while, then put her hand in my panties and... and
touched my pussy again," I said all of this as strongly
as I could, still blushing, but talking.

"How long did she have to do that?" sister Beth asked,
looking at a paper as she talked "Um... I'm not really
sure, maybe a minute or two," I said sister Beth looked
at me in surprise, then said, "You orgasmed a minute or
two later?" I nodded, worried at her upset expression.
She sighed and said, "Oh Betsy, you really have
repressed yourself," I was worried she would change her
mind, but she finally nodded and said, "You orgasmed,
cleaned your juices, then what?"

"Um... what?" I asked.

"Then what did you do dear. You know after you completed
the ritual," she asked impatiently 'Um... ritual?" I
asked She blinked at me for a moment, then said, "Betsy,
you do know about how husbands and wives perform their
sexual duties don't you?"

"Um... duties?" I asked miserably.

"Oh lord," sister Beth said despairingly again. "At
least you mother fed you, because she didn't seem to
tell you anything." Sighing she said, "It is a wife's
duty to give her husband a place to slake his lusts,"
she looked at me until I nodded my understanding.

"You are dealing with your arousal, but men are much
worse, being driven to have sex constantly by their
bodies," sister Beth said, "When married, you may bring
him to orgasm three or four times a day," Um... what? I
thought. Three or four times... a day?

Almost as if she read my mind, sister Beth nodded. "This
becomes a problem during your monthly, or if you are not
wanting to become pregnant at the time," She waited for
me to blush, then nod that I understood.

"So much of the time you will use your mouth to satisfy
him," sister Beth raised an eyebrow, so I shrugged my
confusion. She sighed, then pulled out some drawers and
came back with a plastic... man thing. I blushed
horribly, but she raised an eyebrow at me and made me
listen. "Like this," she said, the slowly pushed the...
thing into her mouth before slowly moving her head back
and forth on it. She pulled it out and said, "This
simulates him like using your vagina, and allows you to
still take his seed. It is a sin for him to cast his
seed anywhere except his wife's body."

I nodded at that.

"If he wants to not use your mouth, he may use your ass
for the same thing," she said, then stopped at my look.
"Oh Betsy," she moaned "Please tell me you know about
how the woman uses her ass for sexual closeness when the
woman cannot allow the man to use her vagina," I blushed
and a tear ran down my face I felt so stupid.

I had never even heard that. In my butthole? That...
that seemed... wrong. sister Beth gave a disappointed
shake to her head and said, "I'm not going to start on
that right now, you have enough things to concentrate
on. Anyway, the ritual. If a man uses a woman's vagina,
but does not want her to become pregnant, he will
withdraw his penis prior to orgasm, and allow the woman
to take his seed in her mouth. You understand that
right?"

"Um... yes, I guess," I mumbled.

She sighed but continued "So when you help a friend or
she helps you deal with your arousal, you are to clean
your juices off her in honor of the purpose of orgasm"

"Oh," I said thoughtfully. That sort of did make sense.
"Ok."

She patted my hand, still acting a little like I was
slow in the head. She looked at her watch and grimaced
before saying "I had hoped to have time to bring you to
orgasm to see how bad the situation is, but I don't,"
she stood up and said, "Tell Leila to practice like you
did last night," she frowned and said, "but you will
complete the ritual in honor of the purpose god had for
our bodies," Stepping to the door she finished "I'll try
to have some kind of plan for you tomorrow." Then she
left.

I was tempted to rub my place... err, pussy, but didn't
since I wasn't sure if that would be wrong.

"Are you going to be ok Betsy? I was really worried. Are
they going to let you stay? A girl I knew got pulled out
of school because she had repressed it so long that she
kind of went crazy," Leila rattled all that off in one
long sentence, making me unsure what to answer.

"Um... she said you would... you know... help?" I
stuttered.

She flapped her hand again and said, "Of course. You're
my friend Betsy, and you've been so nice to me. I'll do
anything. Are we supposed to do what we did last night,
or does she want you to do something else?"

Leila really did talk fast sometimes, but I said,
"Well... last night I guess, and... and," I sort of
whispered the rest "the ritual," She looked absolutely
horrified and said, "Oh my god, I forgot. I am so sorry
Betsy, you must really hate me," Then she acted like she
was going to cry.

"No, no, it's ok... um really," I said.

She looked kind of worried, but finally said, "I'm so
sorry. I'll remember from now on," Hopping up, she
pulled me to sit on my bed and immediately started
acting like we were in class again. I took a deep breath
and did the same. I really had problems, because I
moaned as soon as her hand touched my legs. God I hoped
I didn't go crazy before they could help me. When she
touched my place... um, pussy, I let out a louder moan.
I was very wet already, and could feel her fingers
sliding on my wet panties.

"Shh..." she said softly.

I opened my mouth and tried to breath quietly as she
stroked my place, pushing in harder. She did this until
I was having trouble breathing, then moved her hand up
and slid it into my panties. I'm not sure why, but I
kind of made a sobbing noise as I tilted my head back
again. I tried to hold off the orgasm because they acted
like it shouldn't happen so quick. Her fingers slid
between my... pussy lips, stealing my breath for a
moment, making me sob again.

She touched the magic place, sending bolts of
electricity through me, but I prayed for strength and
held on. My head was way back, and I was making squeaky
noises now, but I held on. Unfortunately she sort of ran
her fingers up and down twice, hitting my button both
times, and the wet feeling of her finger sliding between
my... pussy lips was too much. I was so embarrassed as I
let out a loud screech and grabbed her hand and held it
in place as my place pushed upwards and I thrashed for a
minute. I was kind of crying and panting when it was
over, lying in her arms as she stroked my hair and
soothed me.

She eventually laid me back on my bed and slid in next
to me. Propping up on one elbow, she put her hand to my
mouth and slid a finger in.

That's when I realized sister Beth was right and I had
waited almost too long. I liked it. I liked the flavor,
and it got me aroused again as Leila slid her finger in
and out of my mouth until it was clean, then did
another. I was moaning again, so Leila said, "Betsy,
should I do it again, you sound really bad," I nodded
spastically, and began crying as I said, "Oh Leila, I
think I might go crazy. Maybe it's too late." She slid
in next to me and held me, sliding a hand down and
massaging my pussy as she said, "No. It's not to late
Betsy. I won't let it be too late."

I kind of heard her as my mind focused on the feel of
her hand on my pussy again. Just sliding across my
panties, pressing in, pushing against my very wet pussy.
I orgasmed again less than five minutes later, making me
feel so bad. As I licked her hand clean I sobbed a
little and listened as she told me she would help me
anyway she could.

We got up in the morning and headed for the showers, but
Leila stopped me and looked a little sad as she said,
"Betsy, I'm sorry, but I'm really aroused and was going
to ask Susan to help me. Do you want me to wait until
you're done showering?"

I almost said yes, then realized sister Beth had said it
hurt people's feelings when I acted like that.

"No... it's fine Leila."

She hugged me and said, "You're the best."

Susan was in the shower, washing her breasts again, but
stopped when Leila bounced over to her. Susan nodded
with a smile, and they kind of stood like Susan and Rosa
had. Leila kind of hugging tight to Susan as Susan's
hand went to Leila's place... err... pussy. I tried not
to watch, but Leila was making loud noises, noises that
kind of got me aroused. When I was finishing, so were
they. Leila was yelling, "Yes, YES!" over and over.

As I was walking out Leila was licking her juices up. I
wondered if they tasted the same as mine. Then flinched
as the thought sent a tingle through my... pussy. I was
pretty aroused by the time I went to sister Beth's room,
almost in tears at how frustrated I was.

"I think it might be too late," I sobbed to her.

She stroked my hair and told me it was ok and we would
fix it, all in a quiet and soothing voice. When I wiped
the tears away she asked me what was wrong.

"I-I'm always aroused, and... and I had to orgasm twice
last night... and..." I started sobbing as I said, "I
was still aroused."

"Oh you poor dear," she said, hugging me again. She
eventually wiped my eyes and looked at me seriously
before saying "Do you really want to fix this Betsy? I
won't be easy, and unfortunately, I think we might have
to do the full sexual training cycle to help."

"T-training cycle?" I asked.

"Yes, you know, the preparation training for women who
are getting married and want to learn what to do,"
sister Beth said, then sighed. "You don't know do you,"
she shook her head and said. "A man will be very excited
and forceful on his wedding night, so that isn't when
you want to find out you aren't ready for something. The
first week of marriage, a man will have years of lust
stored up, so will want to use his wife in all ways,
three or four times a day."

"Um... all ways?" I asked.

She patted my knee in a way that made clear she thought
I was a little slow in the head before saying "Yes dear,
you know, his wife's mouth, her..." she waited, nodding
expectantly until I mumbled "pussy," then she smiled
proudly and said, "and ass," she paused and said, "So it
can be a little traumatic unless you've had practice.
You can't practice with a man, that would be a sin, so
we do a training class using women so that no seed is
spilled."

I was pretty lost, but also really sad because I was
getting aroused. "But we'll work out a way to do that if
you make it that far," She sighed and said, "I'll be
honest Betsy, I'm not sure you can do this. I don't
think it can't be fixed here, but I'm not sure you have
the will power to do it."

"Oh no," I said softly. "I will sister Beth, I really
will. Please don't let me go crazy."

She nodded slowly, then sighed and stood up. "Sit on the
edge of my desk would you Betsy; let me see what we're
dealing with."

I wasn't sure why, but I sat on the desk, my legs
dangling above the floor. She stood in front of me and
took my chin to look into my eyes, turning my head
slowly to really look. She nodded slowly, the said, "I'm
going to touch you in places and in certain ways and I
want you to tell me if you feel aroused from it. The
truth please." She sounded like she was going to take my
temperature. When I nodded, she reached up to stroke a
finger down my neck, getting a gasp from me.

When I didn't say anything she looked questioningly at
me, so I forced myself to say yes. She ran her finger up
my neck, then sort of ran it behind my ear. When she
looked at me again I shamefacedly said, "Yes," she
looked a little surprised, but who wouldn't be, it was
my ear. Her finger came around to trace my lips for a
while, and I looked down and mumbled, "Yes."

When she pushed it into my mouth, I moaned a little, so
she said, "I'll take that as a yes." She shook her head
in exasperation, then reached down to unbutton my
blouse. I almost said something, but remembered she was
doing this to help me, and I had to be strong.

She pushed my blouse open and looked at my breasts in an
analytical way for a while. After a moment she nodded
and reached around to pop my bra loose, pushing my
blouse off and pulling the bra off. I was blushing
terribly, but telling myself I had to do these things to
keep from going crazy.

She looked back and forth a couple of times, then said,
"Hold still please."

When her hand cupped my breast my head kind of floated
back and I let out a long moan. "Shh dear, I'm
thinking." Her hand squeezed a couple of times, then
moved to the other one. My head had stayed back and I
kind of whimpered when she touched that one. "Yes...
yes," she muttered. Looking at my tilted head she said,
"I'm going to apply some direct stimulus. See how long
you can hold off the arousal." She waited until I said,
'Oh... okay."

Then... oh god... then she leaned down and sucked my
left nipple into her mouth.

Turns out I couldn't hold off the arousal for longer
than two seconds. I was afraid a demon had possessed me
as I grabbed her head and screeched a loud, "OH GOD!"
then my hips kind of humped up and down on the desk as
my place put out so much juice I thought I really had
peed myself. sister Beth was nice about it, laying me
back onto her desk and soothing my brow until I
recovered, then helped me put my bra and blouse on.

When I was together she stood looking at me sadly before
saying, "This is really bad Betsy, are you really
willing to do this?"

"Yes sister Beth," I begged, "Anything!"

She sighed as if she was hoping I would say no, then
said, "Ok. What I'll want you to do for the next two
days is work with Leila and the other roommate, what's
her name," she paused in thought. So I said, "Susan?"
She nodded abruptly and said, "Right, Susan. I think
we're dealing with a quite a few issues, so we'll just
look at a couple at first. One is your body is almost
insane with arousal, but the other is in your mind.
Everything seems to get you aroused now, so we need to
get you used to some of these things."

She tapped her lower lip in thought, then said,
"Tonight, I want you to try and draw the arousal to the
surface before having Leila touch your vagina. She
should kiss you like a man for a time, and massage your
breasts. When you're well aroused, she should touch your
vagina and see how long it takes for you to orgasm.
Please write down the time from when she touches your
vagina to the time of the orgasm." sister Beth looked at
me to see if I was following.

I admitted, "Um... I kind of lost what you were saying."

She rolled her eyes in frustration, but said, "Fine,
I'll tell Leila later. Anyway, I want you to do the same
thing to Leila tonight, and Susan in the morning. Get up
a little earlier and meet her in her room. If you find
yourself aroused before class, have one of the girls
help you while you shower," sister Beth sighed again in
frustration before saying, "We'll see how that goes for
two days. If it looks like you can manage those simple
things, we'll try to really start working on the
problem."

Start? This wasn't the stuff we needed to do? Wow. I was
really messed up. Leila was really sweet later, telling
me how proud she was that I was going to try to fix it,
and that she was so happy that I wanted her to help. She
really was such a nice person, going out of her way to
help me and doing all these extra things just for me.

"sister Beth says you're really having trouble getting
control of this and wanted me to see if we could try to
bring the arousal out slowly so you can control it,"
Leila said with a helpful smile "I'm not really, you
know, very good at this, but I'll try my best," I really
had gotten lucky to have Leila as a roommate.

"I think you'll be more comfortable if we leave your top
on, don't you? But maybe take your bra off," Leila said,
"I know you don't mean too, but I think you think I'm
bad when I do this. If you keep your top on it will
help."

"No... no," I mumbled, feeling like the bottom of a
smelly person's shoes, "It's ok," I finally talked her
into letting me take my top off, though she really felt
I should leave it on.

She had me lay back on the bed, then said, "Maybe if you
close your eyes it will help you stay calm," that
sounded like a great idea, so I closed my eyes and tried
to relax. I moaned loudly when her hand touched my
breast.

"Um Betsy," she said softly, her hand on my breast
"I'm... you know, just starting," I sobbed once, my eyes
closed and said "I know, I... I can't help it," "No,
it's ok, really. It... you know, surprised me," Leila
said in a voice that made me think she thought I might
try to kill her in her sleep or something.

Her hand kept massaging my breast, making me breath
heavily, at least until she put her mouth on mine. I
moaned even louder, not sure why, but feeling as if my
whole body was hot for some reason. Leila kissed my lips
softly for a time, her hand cupping my breast for a
while, then squeezing it, then her fingers sort of
tracing along it. I was panting harshly though my nose,
my hips moving on their own, up and down and around.

"sister Beth said to kiss like a man, but I'm not good
at it. I only learned it in the training class when I
was going to marry Jimmy, but he... well I don't want to
talk about it," Leila ended that with a kind of sob,
then leaned down and stuck her tongue in my mouth.

I'm not sure if the orgasm counted or not, I'm pretty
sure sister Beth said to time it 'after' she touched my
pussy. Anyway, I wrapped my arms around Leila's head and
pulled her against my shoulder as I gave a loud yell,
and I orgasmed. I'm pretty sure I peed because it felt
like my pussy squirted as it sort of clamped down, and
my butt muscles tightened up really hard. My back kind
of bowed a little as I gave a second screech.

I was really thinking I might have a demon because my
body did all that without me. My mind had kind of gone
sort of white, and I wasn't even aware I was saying
anything, but Leila told me later I screamed out the
word 'yes' for some reason.

"Um... I'm not sure you were supposed to do that," Leila
said, "but I guess we finish? Maybe?" She leaned in
again, putting her tongue in my mouth, making me moan
again.

Thankfully she stopped massaging my breasts after about
five minutes, though when she kind of pinched my nipples
it made me groan sort of. He tongue was moving around a
lot, sort of caressing my teeth and lips, then pushing
into my mouth and touching my tongue.

I was horrified to realize I was moaning loudly as her
hand slid down and into my skirt. When her fingers
slipped under the tops of my panties, I sobbed into her
mouth, my pussy having such a strong itch, and I wanted
her hand to rub it so hard.

Her finger was kind of pressing hard as it slipped down,
and pushed down on my special spot. Somehow I managed to
wrap my legs around her as I yelled her name really
loudly. I'm embarrassed to say I think I rubbed myself
on her hand uncontrollably until I finished.

Leila put her hand to my mouth and I realized my juices
were actually dripping off of it. I wasn't sure if that
was a good or bad thing. It was supposed to make it
easier for the man's thing to slide in, so more would be
better right?

I was sort of sucking on her finger when I fell asleep.
I didn't mean to, but it just kind of sucked me down.

When I woke up Leila was cuddled up to me, her hand on
my breast. I was kind of comfortable, and happy to
realize her hand only made me a little aroused. Maybe
this would work.

She woke up then, and sat up, moving to sit on her bed
sleepily. I realized it kind of smelled strong in the
room, I was afraid it was my juices and hoped Leila
wouldn't be mad

"You didn't get a chance to do the rest, but I think you
were really tired. You had a hard day yesterday, so
sister Beth should have thought of that," Leila said,
"Do you want to get both of them done this morning.
Maybe Susan and I can do the kissing stuff and you can
make us orgasm. I don't think sister Beth will mind, and
we don't have time to do everything."

She was so smart. I would never have thought of it, but
I was kind of new at this, so I wasn't too mad at
myself. We stopped to wash our hands and brush our
teeth, and Susan was doing the same thing.

"Hey girls," Susan said sleepily. "sister Beth said I
was supposed to help Betsy. Can we do it in your room, I
don't want to mess mine up."

"sure," Leila said sweetly.

We all went back to our room and Leila said, "Why don't
we lie on Betsy's bed since it's already messed up. You
lie beside me Susan, and we'll do kissing stuff while
Betsy does what sister Beth wants her to do, ok?"

Susan shrugged sort of sleepily and laid down on the
bed. Leila slid in next to her and leaned over to begin
kissing Susan on the lips. I stood uncertainly, trying
to decided how to do this to both of them. I finally
kneeled between their bodies and put my hand on their
pussies. I realized neither had panties on. I had my
hands on their bare... naked... pussies. My head went
back again and I moaned loudly as my fingers traced
along the outside of their pussies. Oh god.

They had stopped kissing when I moaned, but went back to
it quickly. My mind sort of slipped down to my fingers
then, almost like I was using them to see with. My
fingers sort of traced the outsides, then dipped in a
little to run up the length of their damp pussies... oh
I was gasping for air as I pushed down harder, rubbing
back and forth, my whole body, er... hand moving through
their wetness. Susan let out a soft moan as I let out a
loud one. My pussy was itching and throbbing like mad,
my hips trying to push against something as my fingers
moved faster.

At one point I hit Leila's magic spot, getting a kind of
squeak from her. I was so tense I was kind of making uh
noises as I tried to draw air into my lungs. Susan was
really wet, my fingers sort of slipping and sliding
through her very wet, hot... pussy... oh god My fingers
were pushing in kind of deep as they moved up and down,
and I found the inner part of their pussies when I went
across them. I sort of dipped into the depths of their
wet... pussies. I sobbed loudly, my head back and hips
thrusting against nothing.

Leila moaned loudly as Susan began kind of grunting in
time with my fingers. I felt juices kind of squeeze out
of Susan's... pussy as she let out a sharp noise. I was
barely able to breath, and sweat was running down my
back as my hips tried to push my pussy against...
anything.

When Leila let out a loud moan and her pussy made a lot
of Juice, I orgasmed again, screaming something I wasn't
aware of as I kind of had a seizure of some kind. My
body was doing these sort of whiplash things as I yelled
once more. I could feel juices dripping down my leg as I
laid forward between the two girls.

I was kind of drifting when I heard Susan say to Leila
"Do you think sister Beth can help her, it looks really
bad," Leila kind of whispered back "Yes. sister Beth
said Betsy is really close to the edge, but if she does
what sister Beth says, she'll be fine by the end of the
semester," That made me feel a lot better. I was glad
sister Beth and Leila were going to help me.

There was a sort of drifty feel to the morning, but I
finally got clear headed for the afternoon. Luckily we
had study and homework period, so I had opportunities to
get my school work done before the evening. I was kind
of distracted when Katy, a short Hispanic looking girl,
helped Jessica, a black girl with her arousal. Jessica
looked like she was having problems like me, because
Katy was rubbing her breasts for her. Jessica was also a
little loud, saying "do it," kind of loudly. I was happy
to see Jessica complete the ritual, though I didn't
realize you were supposed to kiss too.

sister Beth was working on papers when I came in so
waved me to a seat in front of her to say "sorry I'm so
busy, but I have to finish some papers," She glanced up
and said, "Do you have the sheets from Leila?"

I did actually, remembering just then that Leila had
given them to me. I handed two sheets to sister Beth and
she read them as she talked "I hope things went well for
you dear," she said, "I'm interested to see how long you
were able to restrain your urges. It's a good indicator
of how deep into the program we'll have to go. If you
managed fifteen or twenty minutes that would be great.
Let's see you did..." she looked up at me in a sort of
frustrated way and said, "fifteen seconds"

I sobbed and said, "I'm s... sorry... I-I... couldn't
help it."

She came around to hug me, but didn't say anything until
I calmed down. Then looking at me seriously, she said,
"Betsy, do you really think you're up to the full
training program. I have to tell you, it's pretty
intense, and it will be very embarrassing for such a
sheltered and deprived girl like yourself."

"Pl-please," I begged.

She shook her head in frustration, then guided me to the
couch and looked at me very seriously before saying
"Betsy, this training is for women who are getting
married. It involves getting a prospective wife used to
the uses a husband will have for her," she paused and
said, "do you understand?"

I shook my head no miserably, knowing it should be
obvious, but I was so ignorant. She sighed again, then
said, "Betsy, we teach a girl how to use her mouth on
the man's penis. We use special penis's to perform
intercourse so she can stretch enough to accommodate a
man's penis. We use another one to perform anal
intercourse to do the same for the woman's ass. And we
have her learn how a man performs oral sex on her so she
knows what he must do."

I was blinking in shock, not really processing what she
said, "Wh-what?"

She smiled sadly and said, "I know dear, it really isn't
something you should do. I can recommend some schools
that will accommodate your special needs," She started
to get up, but I grabbed her arm and sobbed "No, please
sister Beth, please, I want to, really I will," She
rubbed her face in frustration, then leaned back with a
sigh. "You are such a sweet girl I can't turn you away.
Do you really want to do this? Really?"

"Yes," I said loudly, "YES!"

Looking down for a moment, she said, "I'm not sure I'm
strong enough to put you through this Betsy, so if it
comes to it, you might need to convince me again. I hate
the thought of the struggle we will all have to do for
you."

"I promise," I said, "Really sister Beth, I'll do
anything I need to."

She said she would work out how they would make things
work and wanted me to do another day with Leila and
Susan, but she wanted Leila to use her mouth