The headmaster, Mr. Fuller, did not understand Emma Newell, the girl currently standing before his desk and staring down at him with her large, innocent blue eyes. That was wrong for a start. Over six years in a Catholic girls’ secondary school should have filled any normal person with guilt, yet her flawless face showed not a trace. This, despite the trails of drying cum splattered all over it, with more gelatinous lumps...

“Shit!” Mel said when she saw the figure of a nun waiting at the entrance to the Chapel. “Do you think she saw us?” “I hope so,” Emma said. “Pleasure is always so much more satisfying when you rub it in the face of someone who’s denied it to themselves.” “That’s a bit mean.” “Is it? Oh. I can be a bit mean sometimes.” “You’re late, girls,” the nun said as they approached. “What took you so long?” Oh, great, Emma thought....