In a small United States controlled province called Cascadian is a little known operated Christian University. It is called St. Decapolis. This university exists on a plantation that educates dedicated individuals who seek to fulfill lifelong goals of either becoming a minister, Servants of Dogma (the equivalence of a nun), or a missionary.
The unique campus setting has been run by Dogma nuns for the last 95 years. As a religious based college soaked heavily in prayer, masses, and other institutional traditions its population consists of 5,000 students. 60% are women and 40% are male students.
St. Decapolis was founded on a deep seated faith that humanity must give of themselves to the less fortunate individuals and organizations of this world. Mainly a Liberal Arts college, it is an accredited university that has the highest standards. It is extremely difficult to become enrolled in their programs.
This university isn't open for everyone and it isn't for everyone. Students have to show and prove that they come to serve under the principles and guidelines of its motto. They are stringent guidelines and have the highest expectations of any Christian based university.
In 1996, an unlikely phenomenon occurred that never happened in the history of that educational institution. One teacher broke the number one standard of the moral codes. That teacher unfortunately became personally involved with a struggling student.
After months and months of investigation, the accounts have been told in a series of articles and eventually were written into a book for those who didn't read the articles.
75% of the teaching staff at the University of St. Decapolis consists of the Dogmatic Sisters. One of those nuns was personally 'violated' as reports went by a misguided student that became overwhelmed by her presence, personality, and 'attractive' appearance. In his own belief and growing thoughts, that student derived mushrooming impractical ideas he created for himself about the Dogmatic nun.
Having one of the toughest curriculums in the entire world in Liberal Arts, the young man struggled his first two years and finally sought out help in his third year. Having an undergraduate degree in Business Communications in less then three years from a small college in the Midwest, this student felt a calling to missionaries.
"Mr. Chapman, I appreciate that you've come out and admitted you've struggled with this class. It's time you and I go over these economics principles so that you are able to graduate after next year" said Sister Ann. "This is of the utmost importance that you understand."
"Yes, yes I know" Jeff Chapman replied. He always acted as if he understood. He always felt as if that was his best line of offense or defense. "Okay I'm ready Sister."
He sat in front of the desk as she read over material and asked him his understanding and definitions. He'd listen, look at the book, and every so often peek at her and her upper body to see if there was any definition through her large nondescript sweater she wore.
If a nun was not in her assigned habit, which always was a safe line of defense against undesirable thoughts and bad ideas, it was safe to wear something along the lines that Sister Ann wore. The drawback was that it was an ungodly hot climate on this southern plantation. Hence the sweaters were thin but large in nature. They covered up any physical aspects of a nun's body to preserve ideas that could be decadently misconstrued.
"Now Jeff, will you to write down the six principles I read to you and I want the definitions written below them." She wasn't stern in her request at least not in her opinion and he never once took it that way. "Once you complete it, give me a synopsis of each please."
Trying to concentrate on her request, all he saw was a woman, 6 to 7 years older then him he believed but in reality she was only a couple of years his senior. Jeff was 26 when he was accepted and Sr. Ann was only 29.
She appeared to be older due to how she kept herself. Never wearing any makeup, and with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, her only gift physically was her soft light brown eyes. However those eyes were windows to her 'soul' he always idealized.
Scared he would make a mistake as he looked at the pretty nun who never wore anything but flats as shoes, always wore long skirts down below her knees she only endorsed a conservative moral life. He looked and looked for signs of physical beauty while working at the black board behind her.
All along Jeff felt a compelling attraction to her and as he felt that, he also felt guilty that he did. He'd go to church, kneel and pray for guidance, but felt he didn't come away with an answer to his dilemma.
He knew she was the one he desired. He knew it was not right to be attracted to a nun of the Dogmatic order. A man doesn't become attractive to this ultra conservative group. They just don't. There isn't anything in the orders behavior which would substantiate immoral ideas or anything else that could substantiate amoral thoughts of Christians in the Dogma religion.
It was somehow different with Jeff Campbell. Jeff, even though he came from a fine Midwestern upbringing and even though he went to church himself when he was an undergraduate, he always went to church services to absolve himself of impure thoughts.
But at the black board while getting some help after class, his head turned around frequently. He looked over Sister Ann's shoulder and see if there was any sign of her thin slender figure and pert breasts distinguishable inside of that large sweater that surrounded her collar.
Everything was covered up he surmised with disappointment but that was for the best he also thought. "I mustn't think these impure thoughts. She is like a married woman and married to the Dogma." Nothing he wished he could see was considered physically improper for a Dogmatic nun.
He was confused. He suffered and knew he felt something for her. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Nothing else mattered because Jeff Campbell liked her. She was nice. She was pretty even without makeup and fashionable clothing. Her hair, although always pulled into a bun while teaching was always clean and shiny. Her cheeks were sharp and expressive to him. She had great teeth. She had a smile that was even more impressive to him. He even defined her lips as not to full, but perfectly curvaceous. They were modest and eye-catching. "I'd kiss them any old day", he said often.
He thought to himself almost every evening when he was alone in his dorm, "I like her. She is beautiful. I wish I could have coffee with her or something."
Once he had told a couple of guys and another girl and all of them thought he was crazy. But he only mentioned it in passing as a fleeting thought. They never suspected a thing.
These were ongoing sessions with Sister Ann. He became increasingly enthralled with the idea he could 'seduce' her somehow and have his way with her romantically; but only if she agreed to be involved to some degree or another.
If he failed in an attempt to become intimate with Sr. Ann then his time there was done. He figured if he failed in an attempt to show his feelings and she rejected him, he would immediately be removed from the school and the grounds of course too. What would happen to her as well? Would her teaching be limited? Would her access privileges be removed? Those were questions that didn't matter but could result in an excommunication from the Dogmatic order.
The session ended again and a burning desire to be close to her grew immensely. He thought his opportunities were becoming less and less. He felt that he became more and more timid after each session ended. She was clueless but she always liked Jeff Campbell as a student and showed respect for him. She was amiable towards him, but she did that with many of the students. There was warmth to her nature that he interpreted as a special friendship. She didn't give him any special attention.
