Doris said, “I’d rather stay with the Lord. I, I, I have to repent for my sins against my fellow Sister. I trust my god has sent a test of my faith and he works in mysterious ways.”
Sister Mary nodded in agreement with her. I bit my tongue to keep from spewing hateful things about her Lord and how his plan made it apparent he didn’t give two fucks about fifty percent of ‘his children’, including her.
Eunice waited a beat before she said, “I’m in.”
The other two nuns looked at her. Doris’ expression exuded her disappointment in Eunice’s decision but she didn’t say anything. Mary bowed her head and clasped her hands in a sign of prayer.
I said to Megan, “You already know where we stand.”
She nodded her head.
Chapter 11
The problem with the monastery was there were very few windows overlooking where the bus was parked. It was located in a space designed for it in the alley behind the building which separated the monastery from the back of another brick building.
We’d consulted the windows facing the street and could see approximately thirty men lazily shuffling up and down the road, spouting their vulgar and brainwashed slogans. They didn’t appear to be aware of the state they were in or that there was a gaggle of women watching them from within the monastery. Some of the men were in different states of dress. A lot of them were naked. All of them were sporting erections.
Mary was deeply embarrassed by the men and left us with Doris and Eunice to explain the situation with the bus. Neither of them had driven the vehicle. Sister Catherine was the only one with the correct chauffeur’s license to operate it. Once they instructed Megan on how they’d seen Sister Catherine unlock the folding door of the bus—something I never considered would be different than unlocking a car door—we collected the few things and weapons we’d arrived with and made our way to the alley door.
Callie’s ankle had improved enough that she didn’t need to rely on the handle for support any more. She held it at the ready beside me.
Sister Eunice lifted the hem of her night dress and tied it together between her legs. “To keep from tripping on it,” she said. The bunched and pleated material near her groin made it look as though she were wearing a giant diaper onesie. She lifted a bat she’d laid against the wall as she worked, something she’d retrieved from a closet housing exercise and recreational equipment.
I held my handle and took deep breaths to calm my nerves. I fingered the knife blade I’d tucked back into the waitress apron and positioned on my right side. We had no idea what was on the other side of the door. There could be a hundred men. There could be none. I didn’t want to think about the worst thing that could happen.
Megan was only armed with the keys for the bus. Her knuckles were blanched by the tight grip she had on the separate key for the door lock.
We crowded the door, Megan in front, me and Callie side by side behind her, and Eunice behind us, as Sister Doris held the handle to the door, preparing to close and lock it behind us.
Megan told Doris, “No matter what you see or hear… lock the door after we’re out.”
Sister Doris nodded gravely.
My palms were sweating. I wiped them on my pants and retightened my grip on the handle. I glanced over at Callie as she stared hatefully at the door. The muscles of her jaw clenched and unclenched. Her eyes were huge and wild, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I could tell she was running on pure adrenaline.
“I love you,” I whispered to her.
Callie’s head snapped to me. Her expression didn’t change and her tone was emotionless when she replied, “Love you too,” before she redirected her attention to the door.
I opened my mouth to say something further but I was cut short.
Megan said, “Is everyone ready?”
We all replied with a yes. Megan took a deep breath. Doris unlocked the door. Megan shoved open the door and wasted no time running outside.
I barreled out the door behind her, trusting she knew what she was doing. Megan was almost immediately confronted with a man. She planted a boot in his crotch and he dropped to the ground. I wasn’t expecting her to come to a stop and almost ran into her. I veered around her and the man before colliding with either of them and found myself running away from the bus and toward a scattered group of men. The men were momentarily startled by my presence before they resorted to their idiotic catcalls and began advancing toward us. I stopped short and spun back toward the bus.
Callie let out a battle cry and ran directly at a naked long-haired man lumbering along the side of the bus toward its boarding door. A group of men at the other end of the alley was already heading toward us.
The man beside the bus opened his arms, smiled, and called, “Hey, baby! I hope you have pet insurance because I’m about to destroy that pussy!”
Callie slammed her handle into his balls, which were clearly visible and quite saggy beneath his erect cock. He wore the stupid grin he’d given her as he fell to the ground. She proceeded to bash him in the face with her handle—items in her purse jangling as she did so—and screamed profanities at him.
Megan ran for the bus and fumbled with the key and lever handle located beside the folding door. I noticed her hands shaking violently even from this distance. Callie continued to beat the dead man and I knew the group advancing from the back end of the bus wouldn’t take long to catch up with her. Megan needed to be covered until she could get the door open.
“Callie!” I yelled. “There’s more! Cover Megan!”
Eunice ran in my direction, growling, with her bat positioned for an upswing.
A man’s voice, clearer and closer than I expected, came from behind me. “Why pay for a bra when I can hold your boobs for you all day?”
I pivoted with my handle at the ready as Eunice passed me. She hit a man five feet from me wearing a blazer with a button down shirt and tie but no pants, socks, or shoes. His erection was peeking out of the slit in his shirt at the bottom. He was thrusting his hips right before Eunice hit him in the groin. He fell sideways in a comedic fashion and his head made a sickening ‘thwack’ as it hit the pavement.
A cacophony of calls erupted around us and bounced off the brick buildings and street.
“You look nice but you’d look even better in my bed.”
“Nice tits. Let’s bang.”
“You look like you’re into BDSM.”
“You have the nicest teeth I’ve ever come across.”
“You left your panties on my pillow. Oh, wait. I’m seeing the future again.”
“A woman’s place is in the kitchen or on her knees.”
“Are you a chicken farmer? Because you sure know how to raise a cock.”
“Is heaven missing an angel? Because give me a rim job.”
Eunice didn’t waste any time and turned her attention to the next closest man who was completely naked except for his askew toupee. I turned back toward Megan and Callie—the latter taking out her aggression on the dead man—just as Megan’s hand jerked and she turned with a stunned expression and locked eyes with mine.
Barely discernable above the chaotic calls of the men, Megan yelled, “The key broke off in the lock!”
Doris stood in the open doorway with a panic stricken look on her face. She yelled, “Come back inside!”
Eunice yelled from behind me. “Shut the door!”
There were two men lumbering toward Doris.
A group of around ten men were closing in on Callie.
“Callie, stop!” I cried and ran toward her.
Megan changed her tack. She positioned herself in front of the door to the bus, reared back her leg, and kicked the folding bus door on the seam where it should collapse in. It moved about an inch as I ran past her.