Would the nightmare ever end?

Was this nightmare never going to end? Mary Josepha ran naked across the busy fairground. One arm clamped over her bouncing tits, the other hand protectively between her legs. Of course, she didn't have a third hand to cover her backside with. And so she raced past astonished showmen and good-humored visitors who looked on, shouted and wolf-whistled in amusement at her full, white, bouncing buttocks.

Her biggest worry was that someone might recognize her. There was little danger of that, as no one outside the convent had ever seen her without her typical nun's habit before, so they wouldn't associate her with the convent. But every time she believed she recognized a black habit in the crowd in front of her, she took the precaution of turning away. If one of her fellow sisters saw her in this state, her dignity and authority as novice mistress would be gone forever.

After a short time, however, she completely lost her bearings. She ran aimlessly between the tents and stalls, always looking for a quiet, dark corner where she could hide. But the fair was loud and colorful and shrill. There was no such thing as peace or boredom here.

Unexpectedly, a tent flap opened next to her and a small man in a colorful three-piece suit stepped out. With a sweeping gesture, he invited her to come into the shelter of the makeshift accommodation. Mary Josepha recognized him immediately. Mr. Trapp had given them free admission to the carnival and afterwards he had helped the sweet little girl who was missing her parents. A person like that couldn't be evil. Relieved, she accepted his invitation.

A low table and a few folding chairs waited in the semi-darkness of the tent. Next to them was a clothes rail on which, to Mary Josepha's immense joy and relief, her lost clothes were neatly lined up on hangers.

Without even a second's hesitation, she rushed to the clothes and hurriedly got dressed. To give her the privacy she needed, Mr. Trapp had turned away like a gentleman and waited in silence until she was fully clothed.

"Oh, how can I thank you? You are my savior."

"Not at all, don't mention it. That is the duty of every man of honor when a lady is in distress. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

He did an excellent job of looking modest.

"Actually, there is something you could help me with. I seem to have lost my sisters in all the confusion. Would you be so kind as to make an announcement that we should meet at the exit immediately?"

"But you don't want to leave already, do you?" his voice sounded genuinely disappointed and almost a little offended, "There are still so many attractions to visit, so many wonders to marvel at and so many pleasures to enjoy. I would be extremely sorry if you were to leave us without having experienced the highlight of the day. And besides..."

He paused for effect to increase the tension.

"Besides, all your fellow sisters are already gathered here."

He pulled a rope hanging from the ceiling and, as if by magic, a passageway opened deeper into the tent. Behind it was an auditorium with several rows of chairs, all facing a wide stage.

Eleven nuns sat in the front row, chatting excitedly with each other as they obviously waited for the performance. A single seat in their midst was still empty.

A heavy burden fell from the shoulders of the novice mistress. This really was a good outcome to this disastrous adventure.

"You are truly an angel. How can I thank you, Mr. Trapp?"

"Oh. I'm sure there will be an opportunity for that soon. Just don't worry about it. And enjoy the show!"