...to disagree.

"No."

"What do you mean, 'no'?" She asks.

"I can't agree to that."

"So you want to tell everyone our shameful secrets?"

"No I won't do that. I will keep what we've been doing quiet." I say before adding, "But I don't want to stop."

"But it's not right..."

"It feels right to me. And I know you enjoyed the last time too." She bites her lower lip in embarrassment.

"No...no I didn't..."

"I thought you didn't want to lie." She gives me an annoyed look. "Come on, we're not hurting anybody."

"What if I don't want to do it anymore?"

"Well..." I say, pausing for a moment before continuing. "I guess I'd have to show them the letter you've been hiding." She looks at me shocked.

"You wouldn't...!"

"I don't want to but if you insist on not 'helping' me with more of your 'massages' I can't be held responsible for my actions." I let these words sink in as she continues to look at me aghast. Eventually she realises that I'm deadly serious and her face falls slightly before she whispers...

"...okay..."

"Pardon?" I ask.

"Okay!" She says loudly looking up into my face.

"Good." I say, barely containing my joy. "Well, I won't need any more tonight but I may be visiting you soon."

"You mean you need more than one meeting a week?" In response I gesture at the layers of ejaculate coating various parts of her office.

"You've seen what happens after a week of nothing. I think you'd rather I didn't cover your possessions like that every time." I say as I turn and make my way to the door.

"How am I going to clean all this up?" I hear her sigh to herself as I reach out for the door handle. As I open the door I give a quick glance over my shoulder. Sister Mary is looking through the various sperm soaked books on her shelves, assumably deciding which can be salvaged and which can't. Smirking to myself I exit the room and head back to my own.