--- *** ---

--- The Next Morning ---

The wee hours of the morning were embraced by the eloquent, beatific songs of the twittering birds outside, encircling the one-story cabin that was situated in Pittsburgh's woods. Moreover, a heavy rain poured in Pittsburgh outskirts as it hive of crystal drops assaulted, clinking the cabin's closed windows and reproducing the rain's symphony.

The lovers' garments and lingerie, discarded sheeted the carpeted flooring, as a result of their love battlefield, taking its place the night before in the bedroom.

It was Judy, who came to her senses as she was perfectly normal, finding in peace with herself after making love to her former boss and uniting on much higher level, besides the dinner they shared in the cafeteria and he looked after her. Much higher level as if they weren't just friends or former colleagues, collaborating as team players. The event that took its place in Timothy's house, located in the woods was the indisputable, inescapable evidence they're lovers and they have found peace with themselves at last. How long they have craved this to happen especially somewhere where they're all alone and nobody is going to find out about their intimacy, besides the menaced career of the middle-aged woman and her already broken vows? Notwithstanding the sinister circumstances which keep the nun's wits about her goose being cooked, after the lovely night she spent with her lover which she is never going to forget, she is more than determined to flee the church. But before fleeing the church, the middle-aged lady is about to collect her own paraphernalia and pack up her baggage before coming back in her former boss's one-story house.

The eventual truth was the blonde's motives to resign from the church, abstaining herself from the celibacy and solemnly took vows even when the broken vows were in peril to readily affect her career,

As soon as her eyelids fluttered open as its drowsiness ounce was encumbering them, a mere yawn zinged her lips as a soul, dwelling out of the corpse. Her round, full breasts were brushing the younger man's hairy, muscular chest, their stark, mossy bodies clung together as one in defeatist poses, as a result of the ultimate and electrifying climaxes they reached in their love nest. The chilly, stiff climate smeared the goosebumps as just blossomed plants, in fact, they were as stark as newborn babies.

When Jude's frail, milky as snow balled fists lifted up to her drowsy eyelids to rub them as her vision fogged blurriness across the partly light room, the heavy rain jingled its tunes into her sensitive, petite ears, mingling with the former Monsignor's snoring that floated in the bedroom. She got from the king-sized bed and commencing to cloth her slender body with wine red underwear, followed by the dress which she wore the night before and put on the classy stilettos, shoeing her petite, fragile feet as an armor against the ground's hardness.

Once she got dressed up, the impending task was to find Timothy's car keys and drive to the wayward home for girls and announce her official resignation along with no longer serving as a servant of God. Servant of the holy duties. Servant of the angels and being part of their sacred, almighty army.

Nonetheless, the toughest tasks for her at the moment were not only escaping the house within a handful of minutes without making any sound to cause the former holy man's stir, moreover the resignation from the church and as she is about to pack her garments and remarkable items, one of the nuns is going to enquire her over her entire night's absence. Perhaps the real motives to resign from the church and no longer being a nun would be the top questions that might struck the prying nun, who is going to end her relationship as colleagues with the former licentious jazz nightclub singer.

Even after the breathtaking, intoxicating night the lovers had, Jude's divine armor was already splintered on thousand of wee, crystal fragments, scattering metaphorically the ground and exposing the genuine identity of the middle-aged woman. She was back again to her old life or rather former protagonist in her life as its demons and shadows played their own cards right. Judy Martin. Jude resuscitated Judy Martin, who she was not just lawfully, further, spiritually and in general. The sinful, ordinary, unholy lady with no masks, concealing her character. The wool, conservative, dark attires of the clergy were the mask of Judy Martin, concealing the darkness of her past. The darkness of her past which was framed in the sweet, unholy alcohol that lingered on her tongue, the callous, masculine and hankering for flesh hands that gripped her slim waist, fingers tickling and kneading every inch of her milky as vanilla skin, the one-night stand with the muffled and loud moans, swimming in the dirty, dilapidating motel rooms along with the brushing skins and the sexes' essences interweaving.

Once the sister of the church got dressed up, she picked her purse and tiptoed up to the notoriously squeaky door, opening it warily without disturbing her lover's lethargy condition that commanded his mind and entirely relaxed, motionless body. When she was about to shut the bedroom's door, she glimpsed beyond relieved at him, nibbling on the silken skin of her smeared mauve bottom lip, heaving a sigh of relief as its oxygen flickered from the top of her brittle lungs.

"Oh, thank God, he isn't awake yet!" Mumble lingered on her tongue, softly harmonizing her vocal stings as her caramel brown orbs, fueled with immense relief, vague anxiety. Relief, he wasn't awake yet to question her disappearance, whereas anxiety, sooner or later, he would caught her and inquire her where is she going in the wee hours of the morning and why.

--- *** ---

--- An Hour Later ---

As soon as the former promiscuous nightclub singer returned back in the wayward home for girls, dressed up in the same attires from the night before as the coat was shielding her frail skeleton that scarcely jittered any single muscle.

When she parked her former boss's cab past the statue in the wayward home for girls' territory, the middle-aged lady got from the car as she listened some radio music, resulting to potter out in the background when the car's engine was no longer buzzing.

2 older nuns were wandering around the façade's area as they spotted the Bostonian getting from the cab, locking it which they drew their attentions promptly as if they have spotted an uninvited guest or rather their fellow sister wasn't armored in her ecclesiastical, somber, rigid raiment. Half-hearted, stern grins honed up in the corner of their lips, strolling up to her as their Mary Jane clicked and clicked, reproducing the click's choir.

"Oh shit!" Cold-blooded, impulsive muttering cuss webbed the younger lady's oral caverns as she was about a foot away from the both sisters of the church, who had galore questions for her.

"Good morning, Sister! You've been absent the entire night." The eldest nun said, fidgeting her slim, long fingers, looking up at Judy's hazelish-brown pools, finding herself lost and incapable of averting its stare.

At the moment, the blonde swallowed a solid lump, formed in her throat at the mention of her absence, catching her off guard momentarily as the detectives have exceedingly recognized its murderer's tracks, alluding them who has lastly committed the barbaric crime. Her fragile eyelids incessantly flapped its long, elegant eyelashes in blink as butterfly wings. The vigorous heart beats accelerated in her tautened ribs cage as its pulsations directly pulsated into her ears.

"Well, sometimes I have these nights when my absence is pretty evident, but I assure ya," The middle-aged woman paused, ambling up to the double front door, in order to step inside the grand, old building and march up to her dorm room to store her paraphernalia and the rest of her luggage in the suitcases. "Everything is fine. Nothing wrong has happened the last night and this morning!"

"By judging your current outfit, sister, it wasn't exactly an actual meeting with an old friend, was it?" The middle nun exclaimed rhetorically, attempting to test her juvenile colleague's patience with her deep voice, accentuating on her exclaimation.

"Even if it wasn't, is it yar business prying in my privacy? " The native Bostonian opted to keep her voice decibels as moderate as possible, without turning to them to link her eyes with their, pining to accomplish an eye contact. Ginormous vexation was brewing and cooking inside the almost former holy woman. "Sisters, don't be childish! Don't ya know how irritating is prying in somebody's private life even if they're nuns and they have no time for anything but that was my exceptional short period of time to take a break from the stuff I do here?" Moreover when they entered inside the façade as they followed her without giving up, she suddenly slammed her dorm room's door, locking herself up and not permitting them to be together in a four wall room.

First and foremost, the both sisters of the church, who were swamping the blonde with leery questions that have to do with the night before were alluding them Judy was involved in unholy acts by judging the more casual garments that hugged her svelte, howsoever, curvy body.

Since the Bostonian's arrival in Pittsburgh especially in the institution, she has never got along with Sister Laurence and Sister Irene, who were violating her personal space right now with their childish, unconditional inquisitiveness and speculating certain theories what she did the last night, why she is dressed like that and who was the person she met.

"So as your arrogance for not answering our questions but I don't blame you for your past and what you used to be!" Sister Laurence exhaled sharply then evoked out, rapping on the door violently with her balled fist, whereas Irene was clearing her throat dramatically before it was her turn to peel a single word. Meantime, muddy heat crawled underneath Judy's plump cheeks, subsequently tinting them ruddily.

In the interval, the younger lady tried her best to overlook the both taunting members of the clergy, utterly focusing on preparing her baggage within a handful of minutes and phone the Mother Superior for her official resignation of the church, being in every respect released from the hallowed missions and duties she used to be seized.

"Just let it go! Ya will get bored of taunting me!" The blonde recited a murmur, folding a couple of unfolded yet garments of her along with piece of lingerie she has stored in the lacquered, old wardrobe and caching them in the suitcase afterwards.

What the blonde has abstained was answering their heckling and jeering cautions, due to the fact it will aggravate the situation, consequently demonstrating hints of her immaturity of their endless conflict. She thought the foes will get tiresome easily when they receive no responses, nor any actions to the answers they're looking for.

"Think twice before your honesty plucks up than your old whorish manners, Judy!" It was Sister Irene, who resumed the infantile game that was boundlessly battlefield of jibes as they discreetly were losing the verbal war against their colleague. Thereafter wicked, mischievous giggles zinged the both elder women's lips as the juvenile holy woman snarled quietly, in fact, to not being heard by Irene and Laurence as their game has alerted her behavior even reactions. "I'm still wondering what have are you thinking to do in the future. To repent yourself for making it out with another stranger or to go to the church, ask for the Lord's forgiveness for your soul? So pathetic." The dirty blond-haired lady posed the questions in scoffing manner as their quiet titters weren't audible for the younger woman.

All of a sudden, Angelica and Yoanna as they were wandering, looking for their nana in the abysmal, long hallway, they ideally know almost each room from the wayward home for girls after having breakfast and noting 2 nuns beside Jude's dorm room door.

"Where's Nana?" The blond little girl questioned as the both sisters of the church arched their eyebrows at the children's sight, halting their diabolic, infantile games.

"Ah, Nana is in the dorm. Why?" The redhead lady asked with a mischievous, venomous smile, swaying across her lips.

"We'd like to see her." The other young girl replied bashfully, chewing her upper lip loathly.

"Alright, kids!" Sister Laurence said, patting affably, lightly the other member of the church's shoulder, encouraging her to get back to work and give up with taunting the Bostonian, pacing in the long, profound corridor of the façade.

Once the middle-aged lady finished with her luggage preparation and opening the dorm's door, she was met with her favorite children petite frames, standing before the door as she scooped them in a tight, warm hug.

"Angie and Yoanna, I'm so pleased to see both of ya!"

"We either, Nana!" The young girl whispered in velvety, ecstatic voice in unison as their tiny, pudgy arms were bracing the middle-aged woman's upper back once she crouched down to embrace them. "It has been ages since we have seen ya." Once they broke off the hug as their hearts melted, they took their time to admire and contemplate one another's parchment, shining complexions.

"Well, it was just for a night without me, sweethearts!" The almost former member of the church irony was vomited in her utterance, peppering their cheeks with tender, feather kisses as her smeared mauve soft as satin lips greased their facial skins. "It was wonderful night with my old friend."

"Oh!" Suddenly she ushered them to enter in the dorm room, factly, she has to explain some things which were against her revered reputation and divine career as a pious woman of the cloth and if a single face of the clergy acknowledges partly of her last night's story, otherwise she would lose her position and her reputation will diminish drastically even before her formal resignation. "What were ya doing?" Yoanna posed the question with childish, monstrous curiosity, oozing of her voice tone.

"Besides having a dinner, we talked and did some adult stuff. Or rather stuff for grown-up people." A husky, cheerful chuckle echoed her oral caverns as they were seating on the edge of the ordinary bed.

"I see." The young brunette lowered her voice suddenly until her strawberry brown irises were met with the suitcases, laying on the floor as a dew of moistness flooded her frail eyelids, tears verging to spring up and to well into her eyes, staining her porcelain, creamy complexion. "Are ya leaving us, Nana?" At the moment, she allowed weeping inwardly to herself as the jet crystal, bitter tears gush down on her cheeks. She found her heart sunk to spend her final moments with her favorite nun in the institution before fleeing for better.

"Not exactly! I'm just going to live with my old friend for the rest of my days and I've a present for ya, my darlings."

"What do ya mean with this, Nana?" The both pre-teens queried as one, whereas the juvenile blond wiped her friend's tears with her pudgy thumb, shushing and soothing her to subdue her weeps. "What's our present?"

"I'm going to gladly adopt ya and be part of our small family with my old friend."

"Oh wow! You're the best, auntie Judy!" In the meantime, the little girls got from the bed as they sped up to their mother figure as if they were in seventh heaven, clasping their arms around her frail skeleton as beaming, affectionate smiles swing upon their faces.

"Awww! You're the loveliest girls I've ever spoken to. And I'm completely sure he is going to approve ya."

"Is he decent?" The blond girl mumbled between the hug.

"Of course, he is! Believe me, he is harmless and he will be a loving Daddy of yars, while I'll be yar Mommy."

"Yayyy!"

--- *** ---

--- A Half an Hour Later ---

Once Judy signed the documents for adopting her favorite young girls and gathering their whole baggage along with hers even storing it in the vehicle, thereafter they hopped up blissfully in the vehicle as a radio music played in the background, chanting together on their way to the British aristocrat's property. The heavy rain has already stopped, resulting muddy and humid weather at the moment.

The both former orphans have never been that lucky and most of all, gleeful to being adopted in a wayward home for girls especially by a nun, who has currently devoted her life to the family and children.

When the former man of the cloth came to his senses, he came to the conclusion Jude was vanished and his one-story house was consumed by the devilish silence as if the death was building brick barriers, absorbing any sound that collided through the walls. Tremendous panic and morbid inquietude enveloped his mind and heart when he got clothed in casual, domestic garments and was brewing coffee for himself, sharing a lonely morning with the dead silence and the birds' chirping symphonies, encompassing his property.

A handful of questions whirled in his whirlpool of thoughts that were associated with his lover.

First of all, where she was gone? Second, what made her to use his car to flee far away? Third, what are her genuine motives to be no longer visible, fogging his mind with hazy, graphically explicit memories from the night before when he gave his virtue to her at last?

Once the buzzing choir of the cab emanated from outside, catching his attention exceedingly promptly as he sipped of the hot caffeine beverage, he goggled his chocolate brown pools to the window, noticing his rare bird getting from the car with her suitcases and 2 little girls. A sympathetic, radiant smile was tattooed on his still youthful, soft face.

"We're home, Timothy!" The middle-aged lady yelled jubilantly as the adopted children were the first visitors to step inside the cabin, whilst Timothy got from the kitchen table, heading towards the hall to welcome warmly not only his rara avis, moreover the young girls.

"What a wonderful surprise!" An elated exhale surged its oxygen from the top of his lungs as he gazed in awe at the former orphans, molting his heart like chocolate when they were taking off their coats and Judy was taking off hers, kicking off her stilettos. "You brought at home these precious treasures?"

"Yeah, I love them and I've decided they to be part of our small family, Tim!"

"H-Hi!" Angelica murmured demurely, when she met the younger man's eyes, ducking her head.

"Hi!" The blond girl greeted kindhearted the former Monsignor, extending her hand, offering a casual handshake.

"Hi sweeties! I'm Timothy, your Nana's old friend! What are your names?"

"I'm Yoanna and that's Angelica!" In the interval, the young girls shook their hands with the British compatriot as the middle-aged woman couldn't help but gape at them, admiring the platonic sight.

"What beautiful names!" All of a sudden, the juvenile blond and brunette couldn't suppress merry giggles, escaping their thin lips as the both adults joined them seconds before the native Bostonian helps them with setting the luggage in the guests' room where they're going to sleep.