“did you hear about Sister Marie,” Mike whispered, desperate
to keep his voice low, not only because we were behind the alter in the most
holy of holy places at the school, but because he feared being overheard by
Father Bill only a few rooms away, Mike unable to resist after we had imbibed a
bit too much of the ceremonial wine, most often reserved for communion.
There is nothing worse than drunk and frustrated alter boys
like us, plotting to get even with the nuns who dictated us each day in school,
our minds always generally pondering what each nun looked like underneath their
layers of habit, and coming up with our own dirty conclusions.
“I saw Sister Marie with Father Bill,” Mike went out,
struggling to keep from giggling.
“I got one better than that,” Stephen told us, having sipped
a bit more than the rest of us. “I heard Sister Marie talking with two other
nuns. One said she’d found a condom in Father Bill’s desk drawer. The second
nun laughed and said she had put a hole in it. Sister Marie fainted.”
This made us all laugh so hard, it brought Father Bill into
where we were, demanding to know what we were laughing about, with me thinking,
“You’ll find out, father, sooner or later.”
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