He did not possessed any high principles, he did hold certain standards and preferences but they were at best flexible.
But despite his appreciation for all things feminine, he did always try to
avoid fishing in someone else’s pond, no matter how attractive the body of
water might be.
Some might call it a code
but those that did eventually abandoned it after repeatedly failing to meet their
own exceptionally low standards and repeated their failures on numerous
occasions following it.
If they did possess any
scruples they had would have doubtless shown by their behaviour that they could
be overcome, as their many peccadilloes would testify to.
Colin Diss however was not one of that number so when Sister Gloria of the Mary
of Bethany Convent in Finchbottom made a pass at him, courtesy of an over
indulgence on communion wine he supposed, so he was pleased with himself when
he declined her advances and broke away from her embrace.
“Are you worried about
your immortal soul?” She asked with a chuckle
“Because I would think
you’re probably damned already for all the sinning you’ve done”
“No of course not” he
snapped “I’m more concerned about yours”
“Oh that” she said, “well
I’m of a purer bent than you and I shall merely have to repent my misdemeanour”
He looked at her
doubtfully
“Look I have my faith,”
she said with conviction “I know that I have eternal life awaiting me”
“I can’t do it with a nun”
he retorted and kissed her on the forehead and then left the room but paused
outside.
He was proud of his
strength of character in rejecting Sister Gloria’s invitation to canoodle, it
certainly wasn’t through a lack of attraction or even what she was wearing, that
made him so steadfast, he liked uniforms and outfits, and vestments certainly
didn’t put him off.
He didn’t even think it
was because she was a nun although had she been in any other vocation he would
probably not have hesitated.
But as he walked away the
overwhelming feeling was not one of pride.
It was not however that he
was growing a spine or at the very least getting a conscience, he thought it
was just his strength of character.
But he found he was
affronted because Sister Gloria said that she thought that having sex with him
was sin free.
Making him feel like a vegetable in a slimmer’s diet plan.
In fact he was so miffed that he went straight back to confront her.
When he re-entered the
room he found Gloria sitting on the sofa with her unshod feet resting on an
occasional table
Her head was uncovered and
she had a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whisky in the other.
“My God, what kind of Nun
are you?” he exclaimed
“I’m not” she retorted
taking a mouthful of whisky
“Not what?”
“I’m not a nun” She said
and laughed
“What?”
“Your brother put me up to
it” Gloria explained and laughed again “I’m an actress”
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