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worry, there is a firewall. All of the devil’s work cannot be accessed.”
    Good, I thought. Last thing I want is to be tempted by Google and its limitless window of carnal enticements, I thought.
    “Is there anything else you need before I head off to bed?”
    “No, I think that’s it,” I said. “Oh wait, I almost forgot—where’s the bathroom?”
    “It’s the door on the right of the chapel.”
    “Okay, thank you.” I said, as Luz turned around and headed down the hall to her bedroom. “Good night!”
    “Good night,” said Luz.
    I picked up my rosary and knelt in front of the crucifix in my room. I began asking the Lord for forgiveness.
    “Lord, I am sorry for acting out on my urges. Please forgive me for I am young and naïve, and had no intention of hurting you.”
    I felt a tear begin to slide slowly down my cheek. The intensity of my guilt was overwhelming.
    “Why did you make Jake so desirable? Why did you make sex so pleasurable?” I asked.
    My pussy began to quake as I began running images of that night through my head again. My praying became an exercise in visualization rather than an exercise of self reflection and piety. I put the rosary down, picked up the phone and dialed. My hand was trembling.
    “Andrew. It’s me, Jess.”
    “Hey Jess, are you a nun yet?”
    “Yes, I’m here at the convent,” I said, as I began to touch myself. My pussy was overrun with wetness.
    “What’s going on?”
    “I need you to help me break a firewall.”
    “Have you tried a proxy yet?” he asked.
    I lightly moaned into the phone.
    “Are you okay,” asked Andrew.
    “Yes, I’m fine,” I said, as I rubbed the edge of my clit with my finger. “What’s the proxy?”
    “Try pageclean.com”
    “Okay, I gotta go,” I said, as I hung up the phone.
    I quickly opened up my laptop and went to the proxy site. I then googled images of dicks and looked for one that looked like Jake’s. I found a smooth, flesh colored, eight-inch cock that looked exactly like Jake’s. I envisioned myself grabbing it and putting it in my mouth, placing my tongue beneath his head. Feeling his tight stomach undulate to the touch of my hand as he thrusts his gorgeous meat stick down my throat.
    I instantly came as I finger-banged myself with three fingers, emulating what Jake’s huge cock would feel like if it ever entered my moist, 18 year old pussy.
    I laid on my bed staring up at the ceiling. My panties down at my ankles. I had a sudden realization that living life as a nun was going to be a challenge. I think I was addicted to what dick looks like and what it feels like. Even though I had never had sex, it was something I wanted to try just once. I had to keep my desire a secret or else be banished from the opportunity to one day be forgiven for my transgressions.

 
    Book Two:
    Extreme Addiction
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    I joined my mother outside a coffee shop which had suddenly become the popular hangout spot in our town because it was used in a nationally televised commercial for a humorous Super Bowl car ad featuring a talking baby and a hip, fast-talking Jesus.
    “I think the baby sat right here,” my mother declared, hovering over one of the coffee shop’s varnished reed chairs. “And Jesus sat where you are when he said even he won’t forgive the competition—is it considered blasphemous that I laughed at the commercial?”
    “Its okay mom,” I said, with a doting smile. “The commercial was funny. The world is changing, and as long as you keep your faith and live your life by the tenants of our Lord and savior, it’s okay to laugh at ourselves every now and then.”
    I sat down and placed my cafe mocha on the iron threaded table. Mother followed suit and smiled behind her large, bug-like sunglasses.
    As the morning sun splashed her weathered face, I noticed she had applied some makeup for the first time in years. Just this past weekend we talked on the phone and she told me she was dating again. I