I had just finished my junior year at college. During the months in between school I normally work at a convalescence home run by nuns. I work in the maintenance department. Luckily our department is in a separate building. That way you aren't being pestered by nuns all day long.
Twice a year the nuns have a holiday at the mother house for a long weekend. Everyone goes except for the one with the least time being a nun. That would be Sister Mary Anne. As for me, Saturdays are left to the person with the least amount of service. I was sitting around reading my book. I got a page from Mary Anne. Could I please come to her room in the nun's wing.
The nun's wing is for nun's only. You didn't go there unless you were invited. I got her room number and walked over to the hospital. When I got to her room there sat Mary Anne with a wine bottle in her lap.
"I messed up the cork. Can you get it out Scott?"
Thankfully I had my pocket knife with all the tools. I managed to remove the remaining cork.
"I normally have some wine when they leave me alone for the weekend."
The sister got two glasses and poured the wine. We clinked glasses.
"Who should we toast?" She asked. "To Jesus," I said.
Mary Anne got a big smile on her face. We drank our wine.
I should describe Sister Mary Anne. She looked to be in her early thirties. She had an attractive face. The rest of her body and head were covered by her uniform. Mary Anne started to ask me questions. Was I going to school, did I have a girlfriend. I told her I had one year at college left. I said I didn't have a girlfriend at this time. The sister said she had missed out on dating. That was one of her regrets she said.
I was surprised that Mary Anne would open up to me on her personal thoughts. I thought she might be lonely. There we were sitting in her bed drinking wine. I don't know what I was thinking. I leaned over and kissed Mary Anne on the mouth. I pulled away in shock of what I had done.
"I am so sorry," I said.