Sister Catherine’s Nighmare – CAW 13

Sister Catherine’s Nighmare – CAW 13 Entry.

This was such an exciting time for Sister Catherine.

She was a newly initiated member of the Sisters of The Divine Blood. She had always felt herself drawn to a life of worship and service. Her devoutly religious Roman Catholic parents had instilled in her a love of the Church at a very young age. A beautiful and intelligent young woman, she had been sheltered from many of the temptations of youth and this gave her a innocent quality others found endearing.

She had been posted to the Religious Studies Office of St Peter’s Secondary School as an assistant to the Department Head, Father Coleman. She was particularly fond of the time she did get to spend assisting with teaching.

When she was asked to accompany the Senior Art Studies class on a trip to the Detroit Institute of The Arts she was thrilled. Growing up her parents rarely allowed her to attend the Class trips so many other students went on. That the trip would involved an overnight stay in a hotel was thrilling to her. She rarely got to do anything like that.

The night before the trip she could hardly sleep due to her excitement. The following morning she found herself on the school bus headed to the Museum. The students were excited but largely behaved themselves.

On a few occasions Mr. Tucker, the Art Teacher, had to stand up and get the students to tone it down. The effect of his speech only lasted a short time. Sister Catherine was not overly fond of the harsh way he addressed the students, but felt it best not to say anything. She could sense his growing frustration and decided the next time the students acted up she would assist by handling it.

Sure enough, about an hour from Detroit, the yelling and rough housing started again. Sister Catherine told Mr. Kennedy she would handle it. He was shocked as he regarded the Nun sitting next to him.

Mr. Kennedy was a bit of a lax Catholic. He rarely went to Church, but did believe in God and was a good man. Being an Art Teacher he was fairly popular with the students. Away from the school he was a bit of a ladies man and he had a real appreciation for the female form. All he could think of as he regarded Sister Catherine was “What a waste.”

Sister Catherine was simply beautiful. Her smooth alabaster skin looked youthful and radiated health. Her fully Gallic features represented the best that race had to offer, with her high cheekbones, large luminous blue eyes, and full lips. Her lips begged to be kissed he thought and then berated himself for thinking about a Nun in that manner. But even as he did so, his eyes roamed over her as she stood and turned to look at the back of the bus.

He was very happy she did not wear a traditional Nun’s habit. Her modern woman’s attire was conservative by today’s standard but did not hide her figure. It was full of curves and the swell of her buttocks drew an appreciative glance.

He could not believe that such a physically attractive woman had given herself to God. He had seen the wedding band on her left hand which symbolized her marriage to God. He just could not come to grips with the whole vow of chastity thing. She deserved the attentions of a man and he felt it was a waste she had blocked herself off from such. He knew she was a virgin and would never know such physical intimacy. He also found it surprising how totally unaware of her natural beauty she was.

As Sister Catherine stood and began approaching the back of the bus, walking down the centre aisle, she was unaware that many of the boys were having the same thoughts as Mr. Kennedy. Overall the students thought she was a really nice person and a lot different from Sister Mary Alice, a.k.a “Demon Penguin.” who had occupied her posting before her. Demon Penguin had been a knuckle rapping, hard charging, fire and brimstone Nun with the face like an old shoe. Sister Catherine was kind and gentle. Her smile was warm and she had the face of an angel.

It only took her a few moments to figure out the four boys who were being the most disruptive. As she got closer she noticed they fell silent and were watching her.

“Peter, Patrick, Justin and Matthew… I need to ask you to help me with something.” she said gently.

This approach caught them off guard and Justin said “What do you need Sister?”

“Mr. Kennedy has gone to considerable effort to arrange this trip for all of you. I don’t think you realize the personal grief that arranging a field trip entails… the amount of work. He is very worried that something could go wrong on this trip and if it does, rest assured, he will take the blame. It is very stressful. It would be so much easier for him to have you sit in a classroom and put you through an agonizing powerpoint presentation of the wonderful art you will see at the Museum. Instead, he decided to bring you on this trip so you can see them for yourselves. I should also mention that his decision did help you escape other classes for two days. Do you understand what I am saying?” She asked.

In unison they replied “Yes Sister Catherine.”

“Good then.” she said smiling. “So why don’t we all work together to show our appreciation to Mr. Kennedy and give the poor man a break.”

“No problem Sister Catherine.” Matthew said as the others nodded.

“Thank you.” She said and turned to walk back to the front of the bus. As she walked she considered that the boys had the potential to be very nice people, but she understood now why they were called the Four Horseman by some teachers.

Upon arriving at the museum the class was quickly organized into pairs and lead inside. As they travelled the galleries Sister Catherine thought that they did seem to be enjoying themselves. They were behaving and appeared attentive to their guide.

She was completely absorbed in the actions of the students until she found herself standing before a particular painting.