Saved by Sister Maryellen

"Jake DeWeese! How dare you!" she heard the woman shriek behind her. Jake turned around just in time to get a heavy slap across the face from Sister Maryellen, the nun who directs the mission. Faye let the stiffening cock go free from her mouth and turned to watch the exchange.

"I'm sorry Sister, I'm so sorry, I thought he was dying and wanted him to go to Heaven happy!" Jake said, dropping to his knees and sobbing. Sister Maryellen walked forward and held his sobbing head to her waist, her delicate hands and cold, gray eyes softening as he repented.

"You fool. He was sleeping! Like he does every night!" The tall nun heaved her impressive chest, and sighed. Her ovular face was a mask of concern. She was close to 50, but certainly didn't look it. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked. Faye looked up, and nodded.

"No real harm done Sister. I know he's crazy." She said, dusting herself off.

"All the same, perhaps you had better go to my office while I deal with these two perverts!" She said through gritted teeth. Faye nodded coyly, and walked passed Jake, who was still sobbing at the nun's legs. She looked back, and saw the nun kneeling over Caleb, shaking him awake.

She ducked into the back door and got a drink of water, trying to wash the taste of bum-cock out of her mouth. She was very thankful that the Sister had come along when she did.

Faye slid into the nun's office, and had a seat. She leaned back, trying to put the events of the morning into a positive context, when she heard a noise from the alley. She bit her lip, and pushed the curtain aside...