She Can't Refuse Angelo Anything

The young man rose to his feet and towered over Sabina, who was lying exhausted but satisfied on the bench. Silver light and sharp shadows played a deceptive game and transformed his silhouette into a menacing black and white relief. The nun could no longer tell whether he was smiling happily or baring his teeth menacingly.

“My darling,” he began, his voice dripping with honey, ”you do have a certain authority because of your long affiliation with the monastery and your responsibility for the deliveries, don't you?”

She nodded. What he was getting at, she didn't understand.

“That means you could also assign novices to work, for example?”

“Yes, if necessary. Harvesting vegetables or raking beds, for instance. But what are they supposed to do?”

“Let me worry about that, I'll find suitable tasks for them. You just have to make sure that they all come to the back of the garden after sunset tomorrow. Just explain to them after vespers, your main prayer in the evening, that you have some work for them to do and bring them here.”

“I don't understand, my love. We want to meet in secret and keep to ourselves.”

“Of course, my darling.” He took her hand, brought it to his mouth and breathed a kiss on each of her fingertips. He even sucked the little finger in briefly and nibbled on it, eliciting a deep moan from Sabina. She melted like wax under his tender touch. He whispered: “We're going to spend a lot more time together. Before that, you just have to bring the novices here once. You would do that for me, wouldn't you, love?”

She was confused. She couldn't see what the one thing was supposed to have to do with the other. Why did she find it so incredibly difficult to think clearly? The only undeniable certainty, the truth in which she believed from the bottom of her heart, was that she couldn't refuse Angelo anything.

“ Why yes, my angel, I'll do everything for you.”

He smiled with satisfaction, leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead, the tip of her nose and her mouth. Then he straightened up again and turned towards the doorway to the outside world.

“Stop, Angelo! You haven't even ... you wanted to ...”

Naked as she was, she half rose up on her elbows and spread her legs invitingly. She didn't have the words to express aloud what she wanted from him. A feverish blush rose to her face as she realized how shamelessly she was offering herself to the lad. She was no better than a cheap whore who sold her body. In truth, she was even worse, because she was selling much more. A tiny voice inside her warned that she was giving away her soul. But Sister Sabina deliberately ignored it. Even this price seemed cheap to her, if only she could finally be united with Angelo.