All characters are over 18 years old.
Matt Mundy was the principal architect of the firm "Mundy & Associates". He was driving along the lake road up to the gated entrance to Loreto convent. He was on his way to the convent to do a seminar over the weekend. He needed to take this drive out of the city so he could get away from his troubles. He also wanted to check Maroni's estimates, which seemed too generous.
His beautiful wife of 20 years had left him for a younger man, a toy boy. He sensed they were drifting apart anyway. She wanted a wild fling with a young man and he was not that man. She had attended this High School and she had lobbied Matt to take on the contract on a cost basis. She had enjoyed her stay at the school, where the main pastime was playing with themselves. He was curious about visiting the school that made his ex-wife the way she was.
As Matt drove up to the gate he noticed a couple of single sculls racing to the jetty. The rowers had powerful strokes and good rowing techniques. Matt watched and admired them before getting out of the car to open the gate.
The car park was just inside the gate, so he had a long way to walk to get to the administration building. As he walked up the path a tall statuesque girl jogged past wearing rowing singlet and shorts. He recognized her as one of the rowers. He admired her physique, it reminded him of his wife when they first met. He turned back to see where the other girl was. He saw her at the jetty taking the boats into the shed.
The convent was a gracious old building. Red bricks with white accents on windows and doorways. Matt was looking forward to spending a relaxing day at this convent retreat. He followed the signs to reach the Principal's office.
The Mother Superior immediately rose from her desk when she saw Matt at the door. "Welcome Mr Mundy, I hope you had a pleasant drive to the school."
"Yes I did. Thank you for the opportunity to spend a weekend at your lovely school," Matt replied.
"Thank you for agreeing to do this seminar and catering for a function after the seminar. Please take a seat. You have some plans to show to me and a quote for costs?"
"We can have a look at the plans now but I will need to check the building before we can finalize a cost estimate."
"Oh, I thought Mr Maroni had thoroughly inspected the grounds when he was here. He spent a lot of time here."
"Yes he had but there are aspects which need checking. I would also like to interview Ms Bella Williams who Mr Maroni recommended to the firm for a cadetship."
"Well let's have a look at the plan," Mother Superior suggested.
Matt spread the renovation plans on the desk. They were quite impressive.
"This actually is more work than we were anticipating," Mother Superior gasped.
"Yes, Rudy took some liberties in design. He set out an optimum design which may put stress on costs but I think they do maximize potential. We can always trim features which don't fit the budget," Matt said reassuringly.
"Yes I like the vision but I'm not sure the school can afford it. I guess I'll have to wait for the quote. I'll get our School Captain to show you to the hall. Mr Maroni spoke so highly of her ability to display the school when he visited." Mother Superior switched on the intercom and paged Bella Williams.
Bella knew the architect was visiting. She did not want to meet the sleazy Rudy Maroni again. She was having a shower when she heard she was being paged. She took her time hoping she would not be needed. Mother Superior's voice came over the intercom again. Bella ignored it as she got out of the shower and threw on her school uniform. She was not required to wear the school uniform on weekends, but she wanted to make herself look as frumpy as she could. She wore her glasses and green school trousers which the girls hated wearing in summer.
When Mother Superior saw how Bella presented herself she frowned. She looked dirty and unkempt.
"Matt, this is Bella Williams, our School Captain. She is one of the nominees for a cadetship."
"Pleased to meet you Bella, Mr Maroni spoke highly of you."
"You can speak to Bella later," Mother Superior said curtly. Still annoyed at how Bella presented herself.
Matt remembered her as the girl running along the pathway. He smiled at her pleasantly.
"Bella...please get Sister Sabrina for me," she said waving Bella away.
"I look forward to meeting you later, Bella," Matt said.
Bella took off her glasses and played with her hair, looking at Matt for eye contact. He was not Harry Styles, but he was a pretty good 'that guy from Criminal Minds' in jeans and t-shirt. She hurried off quickly to get Sister Sabrina.
On the way to find Sister Sabrina Bella ran into Kate the school gossip.
"What's happening Bella? That old architect creep is not back again is he?" Kate asked wrinkling her nose.
"No, this time it's the principal of the firm. He's gorgeous," Bella said before jogging off.
The nosey Kate immediately headed for Mother Superior's office. She had a furtive look inside the office as she walked past. She scampered off all excited.
In the meantime, Bella had found Sister Sabrina and followed her to Mother Superior's office.
When Sister Sabrina entered the office Matt was taken aback. She was a stunner. Here was a Sister wearing a black tunic but not wearing a coif. She had short light brown hair, sexy cupid bow lips, large pretty deep blue eyes; and breasts which were prominent, even under the black tunic she was wearing. She looked drop dead sexy, even while wearing large tortoise shell glasses and no make up.
"Matt, this is Sister Sabrina. She'll look after you during your stay this weekend. Thank you Bella, you can go now."
Bella gave a disappointed look and walked off.
Turning to Sister Sabrina, Mother Superior told her "Mr Mundy has finished showing me some exciting concepts for the hall renovations. Please escort him to his guest room and when he has settled in show him around the amenities."
Matt walked with Sister Sabrina along the hallway and up a flight of stairs.
"I'm no longer a Sister so you can call me Sabrina. I'm wearing a tunic because it's a hot day. Oh, here we are. Your room. Not far to walk. I'll give you time to settle in and I'll come round later when lunch is ready. Enjoy your stay Mr Mundy."
"Please call me Matt. I prefer to be on first name basis. I look forward to seeing you later."
Matt unpacked his travel bag and settled in. He felt relaxed and happy. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. Thirty minutes later there was a knock on his door and Sabrina had arrived to take him to the dining room.
It was Saturday lunch. The place was full of school girls chatting. As soon as Matt entered there was a buzz in the room. Sabrina led him to a queue at the lunch counter. He collected a tray and helped himself to a selection of food. Sabrina suggested a table which was located near the middle of the room.
Matt found himself walking to the table with about 300 school girls looking at him. The volume of the buzz increased.
Sabrina chuckled when they sat down.
"The girls are excited. Many are here to keep them away from boys. They would rarely see a desirable male in the school grounds, much less in the dining room. I think they like you."
"I hope they still like me after they endure my seminar tonight."
"You're shy aren't you? I'm very good at reading men. I had a lot of experience with that in my former life."
"Oh, what was your former life?"
"Well, I was a stripper, a centerfold, a glamour model. I started doing it as a part time job when I was at college. I was good at it. I made a lot of money, so when I graduated I continued trading on my assets. Then everything went downhill. I was very popular and had too much of everything. Being attractive can produce problems. Everyone wants a piece of you and some hate you for it. I retreated to become a nun and physics teacher at this convent. I retired as a nun but stayed on as a teacher. They still call me Sister Sabrina." Sabrina smile and studied Matt over the top of her glasses; and caught him staring at her tits.
"Physics teacher, Physics was too tough for me. You still wear a nun's tunic?" Matt said, still staring at her tits.
"Only for today because of the heat. The tunic is so much more comfortable when it's hot," Sabrina said as she wiggled her breasts.
"Sorry," Matt apologized when he realized he had been sprung ogling. "What's next for Sabrina?"
"I'll be finishing my stint at the convent at the end of this year. Then I'm open to offers." Sabrina answered looking charmingly into Matt's eyes.
"I'm sure you'll get plenty of offers. What is your read of me?"
"You're not shy in the sense of being bashful, but you are shy when it comes to making it with women. I picked this table deliberately. The girls in this room are swooning over you, but I don't think you would know how to make it with any of them. I don't think you have the moves to make it with women. How many lovers have you had?" Sabrina asked with a wicked smile.
"One. My wife, who I met in my final year at College."
"That's sweet. I'm sorry. I try not to describe a man as sweet. It's condescending, like he is somehow sexually impotent. I'm sure you're not like that." Sabrina said with a tinge of affection.
"That's okay. Girls at High School called me sweet and they called me sweet at college and my wife called me sweet."
"Matt. Sweet guys don't get laid. I always had to make the move on sweet guys. I could give them all sorts of 'come ons' and they would make some clumsy approach which would destroy the moment."
"Well, you have me there. I'm bad at that. I was chatting to a hot girl in High School and I tried to make a move on her during lunchtime but she said I was going to get 'gravel rash'.
"That's cruel. She blew her chance. She had no class. You're better off without someone like that," Sabrina said, reaching forward and touching Matt's hand. "You don't wear a wedding ring?"
"I'm recently divorced. I still call her my wife out of habit. We've been separated for a long time. Have you ever married?"
"I used to get a lot of marriage proposals when I was a player, but none of them were right" she looked into Matt's eyes and their eyes locked. The room disappeared. If the table was not between them they may have kissed.
