Clit-Tasting in the Convent, Part 1
1942, Brazil Sister Beatriz looked out to the hills as she often did these days. It was high enough she could see sky. She wondered if God was really there at this moment. These days, with Vargas as well as all that was happening with Europe, America, and Japan, she often wondered about it a lot. As a ordained nun, she was supposed to be faithful to the end. If any nasty characters did anything to her, she might be a saint some day. That is, if everyone else survived... These were the kinds of thoughts she had been having since she moved into the convent last year. As she walked back, she was reminded of another reason she had been conflicted. There were about fifteen or twenty nuns in the convent with her. Some older, some younger- Beatriz was still youngest, though. Of course they were supposed to remain chaste and prudish. But Beatriz found it hard, in the showers, in the bedrooms, and really in the everyday life of the nunnery. During dinner, Beatriz listened and spoke along ...