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- Jun 26, 2017
Sister Emily knelt at the foot of her small cot and prayed.
"Dear God, please grant me the wisdom to see the errors of my ways, to find the true path, and to ignore the wiles of evil. Bless me with your grace this night and protect me from wickedness while I sleep. By the grace of God, Amen."
She crossed herself and rose from the floor of her cell.
Outside, the moon shone balefully down on the abbey grounds. Somewhere in the distance a tawny owl too-witted. Emily removed her wimple and coif and shook out her rich brown hair. It was a vanity to keep it so long, but then Emily FitzWalter had been a vain girl, daughter of a rich merchant family and blessed with riches as she grew up. The religious life had called to her form the time she first hit puberty and sinned with her own body. She had confessed to her priest and, from that day, she had been seeking to purge her sinful thoughts.
Now, at the age of 25, a full sister of the Order of Saint Winnifred, she was a well-respected sister who used skirts, a habit and aprons to hide her buxom curves and full figure.
It was at times like this, as she stripped down and slipped into a simple white smock, that she felt the pull of those old temptations the most. But she resisted the urges to touch herself, and lay down on the bed to sleep.
"Dear God, please grant me the wisdom to see the errors of my ways, to find the true path, and to ignore the wiles of evil. Bless me with your grace this night and protect me from wickedness while I sleep. By the grace of God, Amen."
She crossed herself and rose from the floor of her cell.
Outside, the moon shone balefully down on the abbey grounds. Somewhere in the distance a tawny owl too-witted. Emily removed her wimple and coif and shook out her rich brown hair. It was a vanity to keep it so long, but then Emily FitzWalter had been a vain girl, daughter of a rich merchant family and blessed with riches as she grew up. The religious life had called to her form the time she first hit puberty and sinned with her own body. She had confessed to her priest and, from that day, she had been seeking to purge her sinful thoughts.
Now, at the age of 25, a full sister of the Order of Saint Winnifred, she was a well-respected sister who used skirts, a habit and aprons to hide her buxom curves and full figure.
It was at times like this, as she stripped down and slipped into a simple white smock, that she felt the pull of those old temptations the most. But she resisted the urges to touch herself, and lay down on the bed to sleep.
