File: MOVER.TXT
Chapter 13 of the St Cunatus saga


                       A bed, with bugs


Once they have left the underground chamber, the Crest group head for their 
rooms in the South wing. They move at a brisk pace, most of them thinking of
the urgent business to attend to when they reach the privacy of their rooms.
Their aching dicks and cunts, that is. Actually, almost all of them expect to
get down to that straight away, preferably the instant the door closes behind
them. The offer David made to move a bed is far from their minds, except from
his. After all, he was thinking as they climbed the stairs, that is a _very_
usefull bed to move. He can't wait to tell them why, even though he knows
that his plans for the next hour or so are not going to be terribly popular.
Still, they'll do it when he explains, he's sure.

As soon as they are outside the main hall, walking across the grass in a 
shortcut to their rooms, some banter starts up, with the couples joking
about exactly what they are going to do in a moment. Softly of course, lest 
they be overheard.
David> "I hate to disapoint you, but there is something we have to do first.
Listen to this, it's unbelievable, but true, and we need to act fast and now."
Eve> "What, that stupid bed? Why did you offer to move that? Surely you don't 
expect us to wait while you go move a bed? I tell you, if I don't get a cock
up me in the next five minutes, I'm going to start howling at the moon. God!
My cunt is on fire!"
The others all laugh, agreeingly.
David> "Quiet, woman. Now listen everyone. Here's the brief: When I checked 
out Alina I found something amazing. That old girl has a three inch, 
absolutely rigid clit. It sticks out in front of her like a little dick.
I think she fainted from coming when she caned that Amber nympho. Probably
forgotten the last time she came, by the way she acts. She certainly has an
intact hymen. Also, she may be fiftyish, but she has a pretty bloody good
figure. Definately an interesting case, did you see how she was squirming
all the rest of the evening? Well, I stuck that clit of hers through a tight
little hole in her knickers, so she is getting a fine case of cloth rub right
now. I could see it was still up and poking her gown out as we left. And,
get this, I staged a couple of absolutely ripper shots of her masturbating
to a view of Amber while she was out of it. It gets better, too! When I was
doing that, she actually started wanking herself for real, _while_
_unconscious_! I was arranging her for the photo, and from the way she
responded I'd guess she's almost never frigged herself before.
Now, I hate to delay the fun, and I'm as hard up as you all, but we
absolutely have to get some bugs into Alina's rooms tonight. That's what
the offer of bed moving is for. It's going to take some fast work, but we
can do it. Depending on the details, we might even be able to slip one of
those microcam transmitters in. So, what do you say?"

There is a very short silence while the guys think about hot, repressed nuns
with three inch clits, and the girls worry about their guys thinking about
women with features the girls don't have.

Tony breaks the silence> "Eve, I'm glad you mentioned not waiting, so that
I know to tie you up while we're gone for a little while. That's much safer 
for you than what I'd do if I got back and found you'd gone ahead without me."
Eve> "Oh please! Not that! You'd have to tie us all up you know, none of us
can wait, really."
Garth> "Yes, I think we will have to. Dave's right, you know. That does
sound like an A1 priority, you ladies will just have to put your cunts on
simmer till we get back. And no complaining."
Sue> "But... David, are you going to... please?"
David> "What, take my hankie out of your cunt? Hmmm... no. I like it there.
Is it nice and frustrating, dear? Never mind, I'll make it up when we get 
back. Now now more complaints or I'll shove another one in too, and leave you 
tied out all night. Right, here's what we need to do. First, get the women
sorted out. Then we chuck on old clothes, with big pockets. We each carry two 
or three of the FM audio bugs, and one camera bug. We want a good coverage 
with the audios, and the best try we can make at getting a camera view of
Alina's rooms. Maybe one of the room where they are putting Amber would be a 
good idea too. Rule one though, is, if you can't hide it perfectly, don't 
plant it. No risks, OK. I'm hoping that these secret passages Alina mentioned 
may give some camera view potential. Maybe we can 'wander' for a bit after we 
move the bed. Otherwise we'll just have to try distractions. OK?"

It is OK, with the guys at least. The girls simply resign themselves to an
uncomfortable wait. Besides, they rather like the thought of tuning into
the Mother Superior's private rooms, too.

Their four rooms are an adjoining set, on a groundfloor corridor of the South
Wing. There are interconnecting doors between the suits, although they
have always taken pains to enter their rooms seperately whenever any of the 
Sisters are about. At this late hour there is no chance of any Sister being
in this wing, so they all rush into the first room. Mike and Garth quickly
set about unpacking and checking sets of bugging gear, digging up some 
worklike clothes for the four, changing their own clothes, and allocating
the bugs among them. They finish, then have the idea that it might be fun to
have recordings of the bug's first placement, so they set up some recorders
to trigger automaticly when the bugs are enabled. The small monitors flick
off and on as the video bug links and recording triggers are tested.

Meanwhile, Tony and David have been taking care of the women. The key word is 
speed, so they make no attempt to be creative. They simply want to ensure
that no fingers (or anything else) can find their ways to cunts or breasts.
As David opens up a bondage bag, Tony has the girls stand in line and strip.
There is only one bed in each room, and a general shortage of other tie-down
points in all the rooms. So they have decided to fix the four girls using
just the posts of this one bed. With the naked, horny girls under strict
orders to keep their hands off themselves, Sue and June are arranged first.
Sue, with the rolled hankerchief still sticking out of her cunt, is told to
lie on her back on the bed. Tony binds her wrists and ankles to the four 
corners of the bed, as David pushes June onto her back on the floor by the 
side of the bed. He turns her till her legs are pointing towards the bed,
and ties rope ends to her ankles. Then he pulls one ankle up to the head post
and fixes it there. Then he pulls her other leg out wide and up toward the
post at the foot of the bed. It does not reach all the way, but once the rope 
is tied to the post, leaving her legs wide spread and raised, she is 
certainly not going to be bringing her legs together, or sitting up.
The men then motion Wendy and Eve over, and they are similarly treated, with
Wendy having her ankles tied to either bed foot-posts, and Eve the same as 
June, but on the other side of the bed. Then the three girls on their backs
on the floor get their wrists buckled into leather cuffs, and these fixed to
the ends of telescoping extender bars passed behind their necks.
Once the bars are slid out and locked, the girl's arms are held straight out
from their shoulders, flat on the floor.

For something so impromptu, the finished effect is quite striking. The four
splayed females look a bit like a flesh snowflake, or a set of figures cut 
from a sheet of folded paper. Still, there will be plenty of time later to
dabble in the excited, wet twats so finely displayed. Tony and David jump up 
as soon as they are finished with the tying, and hurriedly change into the
work clothes ready for them. The bagginess of the clobber, intended to aid
in the carrying of bugging devices, has the fortunate effect of hiding the
wooden boners they are all sporting.

On a whim, as he is about to leave, Garth puts a remote control for the
monitors and speakers into Sue's hand, bound to the bed post.
Garth> "Here, something to keep you entertained. You never know, Alina might
invite us all to gang rape Amber. She can be quite surprising, can't she?
So if we do, you can watch us all unload. Won't that be fun for you!
Bye now. Remember, keep those cunts hot."

With a chuckle and some kisses blown to their faithfull partners at the bed,
the men leave for their stint as furniture movers.
The door clicks shut behind them.

                    ..................

For a moment, there is silence, then Eve moans and kicks her legs against the
ankle fastenings. "Ohhh... bugger! Three inch clit indeed. Mine _feels_ like
about three inches long. Oh FUCK!" She struggles some more, trying to sit up.
With her legs wide and up at the level of the mattress, this is impossible, 
and she flops back onto the carpet. "Oh SHIT, my CUNT! I think I'm going to
_die_ if I have to just lie here for long. My God, that water machine! Did 
that look horny or what? When we get down there alone, _I'm_ first, OK?"
The others have been twisting about a bit too, but all realise that it's 
wasted effort, there is really nothing they can do for themselves.

Sue> "Don't complain. Do you know I've had this fucking hankie stuck in my
twat since before dinner? I can't think of anything but taking it out. Or 
shoving it in. Unnnh! My lips feel like they are permanently bent."

Wendy> "Bent lips? Now that would suit you." She laughs, kindly, meaning no 
harm. "Well, this is not so bad. After all, it's not a punishment, they just 
want to keep us hot till they get back. Don't you think it's a good idea, to 
do those bugs now? I do, should be quite interesting. Have you thought about
what could happen if we get some really smutty stuff on some of these stupid
nuns? I'm thinking about it now, and it sure is making my burn worse."

June> "Do you think there's much chance of finding some sex stuff with the
nuns? I'd have thought they'd be, you know, pretty pure. But... I did notice
that young one, er.. Sarena. Did you see how worked up she got when she was 
fingering Amber's snatch in the clinic? She was pretty far gone the whole
time in the, um dungeon, too. I can't wait to get a read through that journal
of treatments she was reading."

Sue> "Oh fuck, fuck this hankie, it's driving me nuts. Talking of funny nuns,
there's a few things to tell you yet. Remember I told you at dinner that
David and I saw Amber getting, uh... sort of pack dildo raped by the other 
girls in her dorm? So you'd think she might be not so kinky as those gowned 
loonies made out, huh? Well, not at all. That girl is a real nympho. Apart 
from the bit about losing the rocket up herself in the clinic, that stuff
Clair said about her climbing onto a prong in the dungeon vestibule was
almost certainly true. We missed seeing that bit, but what we did see... You
know that pair, Clair and Anne, those two are one hundred percent lezz.
Should have seen what they were doing to Amber out there! Notice they got 
themselves appointed her 'tutors'? Hah, that's a good one. Wow, that girl
is in for some real heavy stuff. Those two are every bit as kinky as we are.
And we got _photos_! David and I think it will be fun to go for a walk in
the woods with them and the prints, anyone else want to come?

Eve> "Want to come!? Of course I want to come! I want to come right now, so
bad I could scream! You're _not_ helping by telling us that, but... but
thanks anyway. Oh GOD I'm hot. Mmmmm, I'm going to have a nun suck my cunt,
ohhhhhh that will be sooooo nice! We'll find a nice field, and I'll lie on my 
back just like this, and you can all whip her arse if I say she isn't working
hard enough... oooooohhhhhhh..... "

June> "Mmmmm, yes, sounds juicy.... You know, the more I think of it, the
more I think we should try and bug the rooms of all those Sisters that were
with us this evening. There wasn't one of them that didn't look like they
were getting something out of fooling with that girl. I hope the guys have
good luck with their moving, heee heee... Ohhhhhh, and I hope they get back
soon."

The talk goes on, much of it being commiseration with each other for their
pained frustration. There is nothing else they can do for each other.
Now and then Sue flicks through the bug channels, but there is nothing on yet.

                    ..................


After jogging back to the main hall, the men go to the downstairs storeroom
off the corridor they had earlier walked along with Amber. There they find 
Valoria waiting for them, with a set of sheets folded by some beds and
mattresses leaning against a wall. She has dusted off one of the beds, which
is disassembled into the ends and a frame.
Valoria> "There are many of these old frames stored around the school. They
were used in the girl's dorms once, but someone got the idea that the shape
of the endposts was not suitable. You can see why, I suppose. It's a pity
they are a bit... like that, these are really quite comfortable. Most of the
Sister's rooms still have these, mine included. We'd have got rid of these
extra beds, except that they are so comfortable, and the Sisters decided to
keep them as spares for use if the ones in use broke. Not that I can see how
they ever would break. Solidly built, these are."

Indeed, as they heft the parts of the bed, the Cresters can see what she
means by 'like that'. All four corner posts are quite phallic looking.
The square timbers have been turned above the mattress level, into a round,
smooth shaft, nearly two inches in diameter. The upper ends are a rounded,
pointy egg shape, somewhat thicker than the rest of the post, and there is
a band of turned, small grooves about six inches down from the end.
The entire frame is finished in a fine, polished lacquer, that shows the
colour and grain of the deep red wood beautifully.
When they stand the bed ends upright, the foot posts turn out to stand about 
three feet high, and the head posts a bit higher, due to the headboard.

As they pick up the parts, Valoria moves to pick up the bed sheets.
Garth> "No no no! Don't trouble yourself. You can see we'll have to come
back for the mattress, so we can get those then. I'm sure it's very late,
and thank you for your help, but we can manage easily. Also, we know how
to get up to Alina's rooms, so there's really no need for you to stay."

Valoria actually looks quite relieved> "Ah, all right, thank you. Yes,
I probably had better be getting back to check on my dorm now anyway.
Goodnight then." She starts to leave. "Oh, by the way, you'll find it much 
faster to get back here by coming down the inner passages. It's a bit of a
warren overall, but the route from Alina's rooms to the basement door is 
pretty straightforward. Get Alina to show you her entrance. Good evening."

They bid her goodnight, and then are alone in the storeroom. They look at
each other then at the bedposts.
Tony> "So most of the Sisters sleep on beds just like this, hmmm?"

Garth> "This is just getting too much. _Where_ did these beds come from?
Look at this! These things just _can't_ be an innocent accident. These bands
of texture around here. This knob at the top.... These things were _built_
to use as dildoes."

Mike> "But they're old, too. Look how battered the wood is around the bottom 
of the legs. Also, these cast iron joints for the frame... They look like
they were made at least sixty years ago, probably more. You know, this makes 
me wonder even more about the history of this place. You remember those odd
so-called coathooks in the dungeon entrance? I really think the Sisters
aren't sure what those are for. At least, most of them seem pretty innocent.
It would be very interesting to find something concrete about what used to
go on here, considering what's going on here _now_, even with these prudes 
running the place."

David> "Wait till I get a chance to tell you what went on in the entrance
while Clair and Anne were 'getting Amber ready'. Hah! Getting her ready!
Were they ever. Those two know all about what the wall cocks are for, I tell
you. You'll like the photos I got, dammed shame I was so short of film.
Oh, I didn't mention yet that those two are dykes, did I? Clair is the 
dominant one. She had Anne frig her off while they watched Amber dancing 
around with some stinging soap they'd shoved up her cunt. Fine shots.
We will be taking those two out to the bush later, have ourselves a little
fun with the dear things. I expect you'll all be there?"

Tony> "What, lesbian nun twat on a celuloid leash? Yummy! Lets go!"

There is general laughter as they cart the bed parts outside.
A couple of minutes later, they knock on Alina's door. There is complete 
silence, then the door is opened. Alina is standing there, looking a little
impatient.
Alina> "Ah, good. Well, come in, the way to Amber's room is through here."
She leads them in, to what appears to be her lounge. It looks very cosy and
academic, lined much like her office with fine, glass fronted bookshelves.
Two features of the room seem jarringly out of place. One is a modern
combination excercise gym machine in the far corner, with all the bells and
whistles, and the other is Amber's naked form draped along the divan. 
She is fast asleep, and has turned onto her back, knees apart and fine
breasts standing high on her slowly rising and falling chest.

Between two bookshelves, a small door stands open. It is so low they have to
stoop a little to pass through. On the other side is a larger, but dingy
passage, branching in two directions and lit only with a few rare bulbs.

Alina> "That way leads back to the basement, but we go this way. You know, 
these tunnels go right through the whole building, even out into the wings. 
They certainly were an odd lot that built this school. I never could 
understand why they needed such an extensive system at all. It has turned
out very usefull for running gas pipes and such through, but I'm sure they
didn't have that in mind originally."
She leads on through the cluttered passage, then turns left at a junction
into an almost normal size corridor. There are two doors off it, and Alina
uses a large old key to open the first, switching on the light. They carry
the bed parts into a plain, empty room, about ten by twenty feet. There is
a tall but very narrow window high up in the thick stone of the far wall,
out of reach and black now with night. The walls are whitewashed, the floor
is bare, polished wood. It is clean, but aged. High above, the ceiling is
crossed with thick timber beams, and shaddowed with ornate plasterwork.

Alina> "Indeed, it's sometimes hard to imagine what the architects had in
mind with the whole layout. Some areas seem quite sensible, but then there
are rooms like this and the next one. There simply isnt any reasonable access
to these places. It's a dreadful waste of space! This will be the first time 
this room has had any use in all the time I've been at this school, so far as 
I know. Oh, put the bed head up against the wall there, if you would."

The bed frame simply drops into the sockets on the ends, and the assembly is 
complete. As the others slide it into position, David chats with Alina.
David> "Yes, they are strange, aren't they. Perhaps the builders just liked
puzzles. It looks to me like the passages go beside nearly every room in the 
place. Do you find that to be so?"
Alina> "Yes, very nearly. Why though, that's the mystery."
David> "Well, thats the bed done. Just the mattress and bedding to go. 
They are still down in the storeroom. Oh, Valoria said it's quicker to go
back in the tunnels; is it?"
Alina> "Yes. You go back to the branch at my rooms, and take the other turn.
It bends about a bit, but ignore that and the side branches. Straight on,
down the stairs, and you're there. You don't need a key from inside, but do
close the door after you. I'd rather the students remained unaware of these
passages, else they'd be forever trying to get into them. You know what
youthful curiosity is like."

David waves the others to go on without him, and they troop off.
David> "Fine. Well they don't need me to help with that, and there is 
something I want to talk about with you, if I may. Can we return to your
rooms?"

Alina looks curious, and gestures assent> "Of course." She turns and leads
back to her room. David follows her through the low door, waves back at his
friends as they turn down the other passage, and shuts the door.
Alina> "Take a seat.... Would you like a cup of tea, or something?"
David> "Oh, ah yes thank you, milk, no sugar please." Alina goes off to 
prepare it, and David quickly pulls out one of the radio bugs, looking for
a good place to put it. He decides that under one of the chairs will do,
and brings one over beside the divan where Amber is sleeping. Holding the 
chair tilted, he pins the small device to the bottom of the seat.
By the time Alina returns with the steaming cups, he is sitting in the chair,
pulled up to survey Amber. She has not moved.

Alina> "What is it you wish to speak of?"

"Ah, thank you... Well.... it's about your treatment of girls like this.
Now, what we have seen so far is very impressive. Your dedication and er,
creative approach are credits to the fine tradition of the school, and I
can safely speak for all of my associates when I say that we will be most
pleased to continue this fine tradition.
Of the methods I saw used tonight, I must say that although many over-
-sensitive people would have found them radical, we could all see their
sense and utility.
Indeed, I myself was quite impressed to find an order of the church so ready
to embrace the scientific advances of this century. So often this is not the 
case, and rigid dogma prevails over all evidence and reasoned theory.
It is most heartening to find another of the conviction that recent advances 
in medical understanding should be taken in, and alloyed with the traditional 
moral teachings of the church. I think you have shown rare perception in
this respect. If there had been more like yourself in the past, perhaps such 
unfortunate incidents as the persecution of Galileo could have been avoided."

He pauses for a moment, in thought. Actually, he really wants to string this 
out as long as possible. He reckons he'll need to keep Super Clit occupied
for at least twenty minutes. Besides, there is some definate potential here
for winding the woman up, maybe improving the chances of something really 
spectacular occuring after they leave her alone. If the cameras can be put
in place, if, if...

Alina> "My, you flatter us. Thank you, but there is no cause to do so.
It is only what any thinking person would do, keeping an open mind to new 
developments. I do agree that dogma can be stifling to progress, even in the
area of morality.
But I sense that you did not wish to simply compliment. Something?....."

He has been planning what to say to her ever since her recovery from her
little death, if that's what the faint was. Thinking of her stunning clit,
contrasting what such an organ must feel like to her, with the strict and
chaste views she spouts, he can see that Alina probably has a severe case
of internal conflict. Adding in the sorts of difficulties he can guess her
condition must have caused her in her past, especially given her virginity,
his suspicion that she may have just had her very first orgasm, the ease
with which she discarded her taboo on vaginal penetration, and the obvious 
excitement she had displayed when actually getting her fingers, or anything,
into Amber... The island of Krakatoa comes to mind. He can almost feel the
vibrations of the impending explosion.
What he wants to do, is light the blue touch paper, and stand back (with a
video recorder running). Damn, every time he remembers fireworks, he gets a
rush of hatred for the fascist, do-gooder cunts in government that had 
crackernight banned back home. So what if a few braindead kids blew their 
fingers off each year, that's called natural selection. No reason to spoil 
everyone's fun! Grrrr.... Hey! We could import fireworks here, no problem.
Must remember that... But back to business. He has to make a crack in the
thick armour he guesses she has built between her cunt and her brain. Lucky
the Crest girls won't hear this, he thinks wryly, they'd rib him mercilessly
for sounding such a sexist pig in bits of what he is about to say. But then
again, fuck them, he is. Thing is, so is Alina too, in an even worse way,
which is why this has to be put _just_ right.
Mentally crossing his fingers, he launches back into his speil.

David> "Yes. There is one little thing that disturbs me about what I
understand of your aims. It's a small thing, and I wonder if you may not have 
considered the matter at all. Or perhaps you may not be aware of the latest
research that is relevant to it. I have to admit, that it has proved rather,
ha ha, controversial in some quarters that have had it brought to their
attention.
Ummm... perhaps I should begin from another direction... it's true that the 
matter is a bit delicate...   So far, I have noticed that you have invariably
reacted with a great degree of censure to instances in which this girl has,
well, masturbated. Of course, in her case, the details of her actions are 
trully scandalous, and deserved every bit of the treatment you have prescribed 
for her. There is no question that such behaviour must be stopped, both for
her own sake, and to guard against the awfull possibility that she might
tarnish the morals of other students. The church's strict rules regarding
the sin of self stimulation have a lot of weight behind them, and must 
certainly be respected. This is most true in circumstances where conditions
such as the headstrong, untempered mind of the pubescent are combined with
the hormone rich, highly excitable physiology of that age. Without carefull
guidance, such combinations can easily lead to most distressing cases of
excessive and obscene abandonment. Such as this poor girl has been revealed
to be suffering from.

However, one must keep an open mind in all things, mustnt one? And it seems 
that once again the researchers into the physical world, in this case the 
human body, have come up with something that contradicts the accepted 
teachings of the church." He pauses "This is quite a recent development, in a 
rather, errm, lesser known branch of medical research, so it is not surprising 
that you have not heard of it..... Well, I must stop beating around the bush, 
so to speak, heh heh.... Simply put, it has been found that the human
orgasmic reflex is not just some isolated spasm of pleasure, intended only
to encourage the performance of copulation and hence reproduction. Nor is
it merely a trial for our morals and wills, a test of our strength to resist.
There are now definate indications that orgasm has important and long lasting
beneficial effects, much the same as other bodily functions such as sleeping
and exercise. The effects are subtle and systemic, which is one reason why it
has taken so long to positively identify them. Of course, another reason is 
the very delicacy of the subject and hence the difficulty of performing
controlled studies. However, the evidence is mounting. It seems there is 
almost no system in the body that is not positively affected by the 
achievement of orgasm. The immune system is boosted, physical performance
is improved, and a wide range of beneficial psychological effects are found.
Allertness improves, sleep patterns become more regular, the individual 
becomes generally calmer and experiences an enhanced sense of wellbeing.
There is even the benefit for those individuals who naturally possess a
stronger than average sex drive, that they do not waste so much of their
time dreaming about sex, or struggling with the spontaneous physical arousal
that can be a torment to such people if they attempt to deny their needs
completely.

This is not to say that abstaining from sexual activity is actually harmfull
in all cases. Indeed, many people have been shown to be able to go entirely
without sex for virtually any length of time, and some do. This is most
common among women, since they do not suffer from ejaculate retention stress.
It would be virtually impossible to prove that this abstinance has any real
negative affects. It may have, but so long as there is nothing more to find
than perhaps a slightly raised level of aggression, headaches, distracting
genital congestion, wasting away of the sexual responsiveness, disturbed
dreams, and so on, who can tell. These are all very qualitative things, all
the more difficult to study in a scientificly meaningful statistical basis
since so many other factors interfere. It may also be that there is no
correlation whatsoever between long term abstinence, and the development
of neurotic fixations. Despite the claims by some psychologists to have
observed this.

However, some evidence has come up which suggests that for certain people, 
complete abstinance can be quite damaging. These are the ones with the 
stronger sexual drives, derived either from characteristics of their physical 
makeup, or their psychology. With most men, there is the simple physical 
necessity of releasing the built up volume of semen, which can become a
severe and constant ache if denied. Many women, also, experience a similar
cumulative desire, which can grow to occupy and dominate both the conscious 
and unconscious minds with an obsessive grip if sexual release in orgasm
is avoided or unobtainable. Apart from the general decrease in quality of
life that such nagging discomfort can produce, there are other more subtle
effects such as an embitterment of the spirit. This can go so far as a
development of subconscious desires to hurt others, or at least deny them
pleasure, in 'revenge' for the personal suffering.

In extreme cases, found in historical situations where regimes of total
repressive control of an individual coincided with that individual being
prone to strong desires, and having a less than exceptional will to survive,
it is not unusual to find that the individual has become severely mentally
unbalanced. Sometimes even permanently.

Then there are the rare but nonetheless real cases where some unusual
physical quirk, in either sex, results in a much greater than average
tendency to become spontaneously aroused. Male priapism, for instance, or
instances of unusual female development such as clitoromegaly, in which the
clitoris is enlaged and highly reactive. For these people, if normal avenues
of sexual release are unavailable, life can be a torment if they attempt to
obey the church's ruling against auto-erotic release. There is no question
that life quality can be seriously diminished by the rigid application of
religious dogma for these people.
Where there is a potential that the individual might find a suitable partner
at some not too distant time, then this loss of potential can perhaps still
be justified, in that their need will increase the person's resolve to pursue
such a union. Many a God-blessed union would have been thwarted by natural
shyness had not feelings of physical urgency and desire overcome it.
Then on the other hand, where the situation is such that no oportunity for
union is forseeable, then how could any reasonable person seek to deny such
a sufferer the right to grant themselves relief? God is not cruel! We may not
fathom his reasons for causing such sports, but surely he does not seek to
cause great suffering for blameless souls. Perhaps such things may be a way
of both moulding the course of events, or even granting a form of earthly
reward for righteousness. 

As for the optimum frequency with which climax should be achieved in order to
reap the positive benefits, or at least ward off the symptoms of deprivation,
the unfortunate fact is that it depends completely on the individual.
Some can be perfectly happy with a rare event, while others may even find
that once a day is insufficient. It is best left up to the mature person to
decide for themselves. The important thing is to ensure that the person is
educated in the true nature of their sexuality, and capable of judging their
own needs.

Now, as for how this relates to your charges here. In many cases it does not,
for they are simply too immature to consider such questions in a carefull 
manner. Also, they are mostly certain to marry soon after they leave here,
and so.. ah, ahem, their development of a sexual independance could even
possibly do some harm to their future conjugal relationships.
In most cases, the sexual abstinence traditionally expected will do them no 
direct harm, and indeed they will find that the heightened desire resulting
at a suitable time can be a wonderfull thing.

The trouble is, that there will always be exceptions to the rule.
These are the girls with the burning, undenyable needs. Like Amber here.
Which brings me back to my original point. You aim to train this girl to
completely abstain from sexual activity, except in a future, sanctified union.
This aim is what we are suspicious of. It is absolutely correct under the
interpretation of the age old church law, but it is more than a little
suspect in the light of modern science. Have you ever considered altering
your goals to simply eliminate the girl's more outrageous behaviour, while
still allowing her a degree of self regulated release from her desires?"

There is a long, long pause. 

At certain points in his delivery, Alina had looked like someone was sticking
her with tiny cattle prods. She had obviously been hard pressed to listen 
without interrupting at many points, at other times she looked like she was 
struck speechless. This was one of those.

Finally she finds her voice> "So.... so you are saying... that it's actually
physically _bad_ for her to go without orgasm..... and that she should be 
allowed to... to masturbate... herself, when she wishes... in order to stay
healthy? This is your serious, professional judgement, as a doctor?"

David> "With some provisions, yes. Firstly, it probably would do her no real, 
lasting harm even if she was not allowed to orgasm for the rest of her stay
at this school. However, she would not be as healthy as she could be, either.
Also, she would be miserable, and preoccupied with thoughts of sex. No matter
if you simply restrain her, or spend the time attempting to condition her
masturbation away, she would be unhappy, and her time lost from more
worthwhile passtimes.
This is quite important, really, since these years of blossoming youth are so 
short. There is no cause that justifies robbing a person of the enjoyment of 
this time, when the exuberance of childhood merges into the development of 
adulthood. The potentials of this time, once lost, are lost forever.
Lastly, she has demonstrated herself posessed of powerfull desires. Such 
things often come from very deep within, and you are toying with serious
matters if you try to completely bottle such forces up. There is no telling 
what effect such psychological manipulation might have later in her life.
In my opinion it is far better to attempt to give her the will and knowledge 
to deal with her own desires in her own way. Not that she couldnt do with 
having some of those desires toned down a bit first."

Alina jumps to her feet, and begins to pace up and down. The first few steps 
are faltering, but then suddenly she is striding about. David is carefull not 
to stare at her crotch, which displays a prominent bump in her gown at times
as it flows around her.> "Extraordinary! This is... quite contrary to...
It certainly challenges a basic tenet of accepted morality. Why... even I
have always thought that such acts were... well, were a risk to one's eternal
soul. That is what the church teaches, without exception. What we have taken
such great care to instill in our students. Ah! But you say that abstinance
has little effect in _most_ cases? So how then can one tell _which_ girls
are the ones who have special needs? And how can we possibly... cater... to
those needs without disturbing the other students? And their virginity!
Surely you cannot mean that the physical symbol of purity should be broken
to satisfy these... needs of the flesh? There are so many issues... 
Our teachings do not allow for 'special cases' or exceptions... how can we
accept such ambivalent thinking... and yet I have always wondered if, if...
there might not be some _very_ special cases, where.... "
She has stopped pacing, and stands behind the divan, staring intensely over
Amber toward David.

David> "Ah, special cases. The bane of proponents of absolute truths, are
they not? So many great ideals can be revealed as threadbare sophistry by
even one contrary example. Do you know, I recall a particular case I
attended, in which a young teenage girl was brought to me by her parents.
They were most distressed that they could not, by any measures short of
binding her with ropes, prevent the girl from massaging her clitoris to
orgasm. She was found to be doing this with almost daily frequency, and
to become highly distressed if prevented. They had brought her to me for
referal to a  psychiatrist, but fortunately for her I first gave the girl
a carefull examination.

Now, you understand the girl was not happy to be in this situation. She was
most embarassed to have her sexuality discussed openly, and when required to
entirely disrobe and assume the examination position in the stirrups, for a
male doctor, and with both her parents present, she was mortified. Thus it
was with some surprise that I found her genital organs to be highly congested,
in a state of extreme, almost painfull engorgement. This condition remained
throughout the entire period of the examination, and on questioning the girl,
I found it had been present for most of that day. It was causing her 
considerable distress, both of a sexual nature, and also in plain physical 
discomfort. Anyway, to cut a long story short, a CAT scan of her pelvic
venous system found that she had a restrictive abnormality of the vessels
removing blood from the area. From a resting condition, the slightest hint
of arousal would result in an inordinant congestion, and the sensations of 
this would even further restrict the blood flow. It was a viscious circle of
arousal and congestion, inevitably culminating in a state indistinguishable
from sexual extremis, a female priapism. The poor girl had found that the
relaxing effect of orgasm was the only way she could obtain relief from 
this predicament. Unfortunately, her frequent application of this remedy was
developing her orgasmic responses, much as any regular exercise will develop
the active parts, and the condition had recently begun resulting in such an
intensity of her climax that the girl would be unable to prevent herself from
shouting and screaming at the moment of release. This was how her practices
had been first discovered, and why she was unable to hide her persistance
with them, despite the various punishments her parents had given her.
The saddest thing was that the location and nature of the venous defect made
a corrective operation extremely risky, with a high chance of doing serious
damage to other vital funtions in that area.
So what do you think was my prescription?"

Alina is looking quite shaken. 'Good!' thinks David, 'looks like I hit pretty
close with that little tale. Glad I read of it, knew the story would come in 
useful someday. Come on then, what should I have done, eh?'

Alina> "Oh... uh.. " (She is breathing quite unevenly) "Uh how old... how old
was this girl? And was she... had she?..."
David> "She was thirteen. And if you mean, was she a virgin, well, she swore
she had never had sex, but her hymen was not intact. She finally admitted
that she had broken it herself one time when she first started experiencing 
the unrelenting tumescences. She had not known how to find relief, and in 
desperation had forced the handle of a brush into her vagina, tearing the 
membrane. Only some time later had she discovered that she could achieve
orgasm with clitoral stimulation alone. None of this is really relevant to
the question though. What was to be done with the poor girl? She was
otherwise a perfectly sweet and pretty thing, her body just budding into
womanhood, not a trace of malice or deceit about her."

Alina> "Well, I... Ah... Do you mean to say... did you... and her parents...
could you have... From what you said earlier, I gather that you might have 
considered that to simply restrain her, forcefully if necessary, would be...
that she might be seriously harmed in her mind if she was made to bear her
burden... so how... You said she _shouted_ when she climaxed? How could her 
parents allow.... Oh tell me what happened, I cannot..."

David> "The solution was quite simple and obvious, once everyone concerned
was convinced general social rules could not apply in this case. After
explaining the situation to her parents, I pointed out that her own
instinctive solution was in many ways quite workable - provided it did
actually alleviate the distressing congestion. To verify that this was so,
I recommended that she should be required to relieve herself there and then
as a demonstration. Her parents agreed, surprisingly, and to ensure
adequate observability I fastened her feet, thighs and waist to the
examination stirrups. She was then instructed to proceed, and after a
hesitant start, did so. A most enticing demonstration it was too! As well
as completely successful. Less than half an hour (and several climaxes)
later, her priapism had completely sibsided. Nature's treatment was a total
success.

The only remaining concerns were to prevent her from becoming utterly
abandoned to the pleasures that nature had so plainly allotted as her fate,
and to ensure that she did not harm her future happiness by, well, by
loosening her vagina unduly.
So, a small room was set aside in her home, and soundproofed at a reasonable
cost. This room was bare except for a single padded mat on the floor.
It was kept locked at all times. Now, the girl was permitted to spend one
half hour period alone in that room per day. She could ask to be let in at
any time, but never more than once a day. She would be required to remove her
clothes before entering, to ensure she did not take any objects in with her, 
and to verify that she was then actually suffering from her complaint.
She would be locked in for the half hour, then fetched out at it's end, 
regardless of whether she was finished with her relief or not. She would
never be disturbed in her half hour, but there was a one way spy lense set
in the door, through which she might be viewed by her parents at any time.
A severe and unfailing punishment was threatened if she ever was found
playing with herself outside the room, or if she was caught using any form
of vaginal penetration, inside or outside the room.
Happily, this system worked very well. Sometimes the condition would assert 
itself more than once a day, but her knowledge of the relief available
relatively soon would give her the strength to bear the strain of these 
times. The household and neighbours were no longer disturbed by her outcries,
and the girl was able to lead a fairly normal social and academic life.
The last time I had anything to do with her, she was considering marriage
to a rather charming and intelligent young chap. I gathered from various
hints that he was aware of her condition, and found the idea of having such
an... excitable wife quite attractive.
So you see, a little tossing out of rules can have a very positive effect.
Who knows what would have become of her if she had simply been beaten or
bound into abstinance? She may well have survived, but to what end?"

Alina> "Good heavens... good heavens... I find it hard to believe that her 
parents could simply.... lock her in and walk away, knowing... what she was
doing... You say they even watched her sometimes!? This is all so difficult
to grasp, its.... Not many parents would be able to do that, surely?

David> "No, not many would. But that is not because few would wish to show 
such consideration. The blame lies with the beliefs that society passes down
to each new generation. Sometimes the things believed most firmly by the
greatest numbers of people, turn out to be the most false. 

As for how the church came to hold that self stimulation was a sin, well,
this recent research may explain that in part. Recall that I mentioned the
negative mental effects abstinance may have, particularly the tendency of
those sexually suppressed individuals to become, um crabby at a minimum, and
sometimes much worse. Can you see then that a likely tendency of an abstinant
person is to feel a certain vindictiveness when confronted with a sexually
active, and hence happier person? This is now in the realms of speculation, 
but it's my opinion that the church simply became locked in a cycle of
repression, where in each generation the older figures of responsibility,
having abstained themselves, were at pains to prevent the younger from having
a better time of things than the elders did. Also, there is the factor that
the aged tend to be the ones with most power in organisations such as the 
church, and nothing galls the old so much as being reminded of what they have
lost the ability to do. So, over the centuries, the church has laid layer
after layer of tradition and certainty on the wall of abstinance, till now
it is considered a central part of the teachings. Most unfortunate.

Another thing that worries me is thinking of all the situations where the
moral guidance of the sexually awakening young is in the hands of guardians
who have not themselves experienced the things their charges most need sound
advice about. Even if the teachings say to abstain from such experiences,
how can they be delivered in any authority by those who have no personal
knowledge of the subject? This would be acceptable if we were discussing
an artificial activity such as hard drug taking, in which abundant statistics
of death and impairment can render personal experience unnecesary for a wise
choice. But where the undisputable facts show a _beneficial_ result, how can
one preach it's avoidance solely by rote, with no direct, personal knowledge?"

Alina> "..... Perhaps.. you may be right... I... I will have to think about 
this....   Ahh, and what would you do with Amber, for example?"

David> "Hmmm... There I would say we have a girl who has allowed her desires 
to carry her far, far into the realm of depravity. As I said, I completely
agree with you that she must be dealt with most severely. Also, it's 
definately for the best to isolate her from the other girls; in fact I'd say
it would be best to seperate out all cases where persistant sexual activity
is found. Remember, studies show that many women, and presumably the majority
of girls, are perfectly happy to go without sex. But this is only true
_so_long_as_ sex's possibilities are not flaunted in front of them.
If you allowed a single girl to remain among the rest, while repeatedly 
demonstrating her lusts, then you would soon have an entire school full of
sexual experimenters. I certainly don't think that is a good idea, and
neither do you I expect?" ('Like hell I don't!' he thinks.)

Alina> "No! no, that would be disasterous! We could never allow that. So she 
must be seperated. That other girl from Valoria's dorm too. But _then_ what
would you do with them?"

David> "Yes, it's an interesting problem isn't it? Despite the difficulties 
they present, they still must be given an education, yet they cannot be
allowed to mix with the other girls. Also, there will be the matter of 
whatever punishments and treatments they may be subject to. Really, you need
an isolated, miniature school just for them. I'd imagine that there would
never be very many at one time, maybe only even one or two, like now. That 
does present some special problems! You can't keep them in the, er basement
or the room back of here _all_ the time, they'd never see any sun. So I don't
know where you'd keep them. Maybe a seperate building somewhere?
As for their treatments, I think your current methods are excellent, so long
as you do not try to completely suppress their sexual expression. Also, the 
matter of avoiding vaginal penetration may be a bit academic where the girl
has already considerable experience of this act. Once a taste for such
pleasures is acquired, it can be another cause of frustration if withheld.
Perhaps, given their own private rooms, they could be granted the freedom
to pleasure themselves on a reasonable schedule. You could use this as a
reward for good behaviour, for instance. If you felt that the girl lacked
the maturity of judgement to regulate her own activities, you might even
consider prescribing a regular course of specific and mandatory treatments."

Alina is about to speak, when there is a knock at the outer door.> "Ah, that
will be the others with the mattress." She strides to the door (still sporting 
her gown crotch bump, David notices) and opens it for them. Mike and Garth
lug in the mattress, and Tony brings in the bundle of bedding. They head 
straight across to the passage entrance, with a fine variety of secret winks
and grins to David, still sitting before Amber's sleeping form. He gets up
and follows them, addressing Alina as he backs into the passage> "Back in a
minute! We'll make up the bed, then come back for her. Looks like she's going 
to sleep for a month, so I guess we can just carry her in for you. No need to 
wake her, eh?" Alina nods, and he goes.

Once the footsteps have faded, Alina crosses back to the naked, sleeping girl, 
and stands gazing down at her, hands on hips. She is shaking her head, slowly 
at first, then suddenly she grimaces in rage, shaking all over. In a low,
furious voice, she spits out through clenched teeth> "So, you are a _special_
_case_, are you, you _slut_!? You should be allowed to come when you want, 
just because you want it so _badly_, eh? Well _what_ _about_ _me_? What about 
me! Tell _me_ about want, you _little_ girl! Oh yes, you weak, weak.... 
_open_... argh! Stick things up yourself, will you, just because you _feel_
like it, you... you... oh _shit_!" She kneels down by Amber's middle, and 
firmly pulls the spread knees further apart. The girl's much abused sex is
spread, the lips open once again, still reddened from their rough usage.
"So I don't have any _personal_ _experience_ eh? Well at least I know what
_your_ cunt feels like, it feels like _this_!" She rams a straightened pair
of fingers all the way into the gash before her. Amber is so deeply asleep
that she does not react at all as Alina works the two fingers around in the
unresponding twat. "Well I'll tell you this, _slut_, your cunt feels good to
me, and so I'm going to do this, because I _want_ too. See how you like
_that_, you little... you little, _little_ clit!" Now Alina puts her thumb
on the tiny nub of Amber's clit, nestling in the open slit. She rubs it
vigorously as she continues to work her fingers inside. Now she just grinds 
her teeth, and watches the girl's sleeping face intently. For a few moments,
nothing happens, then Amber's head quivers, and she mews softly, still 
sleeping. Alina growls "RRrrrrgh! No don't wake up, you... rrrgh!" She pulls
her fingers out of the clasping sheath, and rises, standing examining her
wet, slippery fingers for a moment. Then she strides over to a sideboard and
wipes her hand with a tissue. She looks back at Amber, then at the open door 
to the passage. "Well, you'll keep. Ohhh... this is ridiculous!" She suddenly
clasps her crotch through the gown with both hands, squeezing and twisting the 
cloth. "All these years... Oh was all of my suffering for _nothing_? Ohh...
damn, what _is_ going on here?" She lets go the crumpled cloth at her loins,
and pulls the gown up, till she has the front all bunched up her waist.

She stares astounded at the sight of her shaft of torment sticking straight
out from the hole in her bloomers. It is bright red and shiny smooth, rubbed
dry and quivering hard by the friction with the gown. At least now she knows 
why it has felt like something was squeezing it deliciously around it's base,
she thinks, seeing the tight stretched cloth where the rod of sex nerves
emerges. She is slowly reaching a hand toward the thing when she hears voices
and footsteps returning in the passage. She drops her gown back down, and
turns back to the sideboard, smoothing the front of her clothes. Of course, 
this rubs her clit, and she groans softly to herself as David, Tony and Garth
enter the room.

Garth> "Right, where's sleeping beauty! Ah ha, there she is. All right Alina,
thats all about done, and it's late, isn't it. Are you going to come and tuck 
her in? Oh yes, and what about a pot for her room, too. I guess you'll be 
locking her in?"

Alina> "Yes, yes I will, and the pot... Hmmpf! Silly me to forget about that.
Never mind, I think there's an old one about here somewhere, umm... Oh yes, 
it's in the bathroom cupboard, just a minute..."
David> "Hey! let me get that? You'd better see these clumsy fellows don't
drop the girl and break her. Is it through here?" He heads toward the other
parts of Alina's rooms.

Alina> "Err... Oh well, if you like... Yes, it's the room on your left. Try 
the cupboard under the sink."
The other two are gently gathering up the girl, lifting her around her chest 
and knees. They carry her into the passage, with Alina helping to guide stray
limbs around the corners.

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By the time he can no longer hear them, David is franticly going through the
three cupboards 'under the sink'. The news from the guys was exceptionally 
good. They'd briefly told him that the tunnels are _fantastic_, they go 
everywhere, and have lots of peepholes into almost every room. They'd managed 
to get good views set up of Alina's bedroom, the lounge room (getting most of 
his spiel - groan), and even found a way up into the roof of the girl's new
bedroom (or cell). The only likely place they couldnt manage was Alina's 
bathroom, and anyway, they'd used up their three cameras. So this was up to 
him. 'But where is that _bloody_ poe? Ah! there! Right, now the camera, where 
to put it?' For such an old building, it's quite a reasonable bathroom. Must 
have been renovated sometime in the last thirty years or so. Sometime when
shower heads over bathtubs were all the rage, but shower curtains had not
been invented. Still, it's a really big tub, more like a mini pool. You could 
almost lie down sideways in it, he thinks. The tub is in one corner, a long
low bench with cupboards along the wall to it's left holding the sink. There
is a large mirror above the sink. To the right of the bath is the toilet,
with a pair of frosted windows in the wall above it. The opposite wall is
empty apart from a towel rack, clothes stand, chair, and an electric radiator.
Well, no problems with the audio bug. He bends down and fastens it in the 
low space under the cupboards. The camera _is_ a problem though.
There is simply nowhere that it can possibly be concealed, yet give any
worthwhile view.

He is about to give up and leave with the pot, when he notices the grilles
set high in the wall either side of the door. Air vents? He didn't see those
on the other side of the wall, did he? He looks outside in the hall. No. It's
a quite thick wall, too, another major stone structural support by the look
of it. So the vents must be ducted, part of the central heating perhaps.
Can he get them loose? He grabs the chair and climbs up to the one on the
right. It would give a good view of the sink, bath and toilet, but... it's
a clip-in afair, but old, rusty, and unhh... stuck... no, there it goes..
It finally comes away, raining a shower of tacky dust. On the other side,
the mesh is completely covered with a layer of dust. 'Yea, must really work
well' he thinks, peering into the cavity revealed. Perfect! There is plenty
of room, and even an electric cable strung through the duct inside the wall.
The cameras are low power, with long life batteries, but they still are a
pain to get back to when the batteries finally do go flat. To take advantage 
of power where it is available, and also use the cables as extended antennas,
each camera has a 'tap cord', with spiked clips that can be stuck through the
insulation of handy cables such as this.
Very carefully stuck through, that is... For just the moments needed to fix
the clips, he slows down to make absolutely certain he doesnt stick himself
with a live pin. Then it's done, and he props the camera in place.
Before clipping the grille back, he hops down and wipes off the matted dust,
dumping it into the toilet. He reaches for his hankerchief to wipe up the
dust he spilled on the floor, but, damn, wrong clothes, and anyway, heh, heh.
Toilet paper will do. With everything cleaned up, he pops the grille back in 
place and inspects his work. Perfect, not a sign of anything. Chair back,
flush the toilet, rinse the dirt off his hands, and outa here, chamber pot
delivery, at your service...

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By the time he returns to the others in Amber's new room, the still sleeping
girl has been tucked into bed, and they are about to leave.

Alina> "Well, that's done. We can move in a wardrobe, desk and such tomorrow.
As for meals, hmmmm, that will be a bit difficult. Perhaps we could put in
a fridge and stove, and let her prepare her own meals."
She is about to turn off the light, but changes her mind, leaving it on as 
they file out. "I think, tonight it's best to leave it on. She may wake in
the night, and a dark, strange place..."
Outside, she swings the solid door shut, and locks it again with the large 
key. They set off down the passage for her rooms.
Alina> "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

Tony> "Oh, nothing in particular yet. Perhaps we might drive down to the 
river, or just generally look around the grounds. Can't really say."
Garth> "One thing I want to do, is look over the old fort. What's that like?"

Alina> "Ah, I wouldn't advise going up there. There was at least one section 
that collapsed three years ago, and the whole thing is quite dangerous. It's 
been bricked up for many years, and I don't think anyone has been inside for
ages. Too dangerous. Certainly we strictly forbid the girls from going 
anywhere near it, and I'd advise you to do the same."

Garth> "Nonetheless, I'd still like to have a look, at least from the outside.
Is there any way in at all?"

Alina> "No, all the sealing up was done for good. There are no doors. I 
suppose there's no point forbidding you from entering, since you will be
in charge of the place soon anyway. But do please consider it carefully.
I cannot take responsibility for any accidents you might have."

Garth> "It's nice of you to be so concerned for our safety, but I wonder if 
you have considered if such thoughts might be misplaced. Remember earlier
tonight when you were telling us about the school's good fortune in being
free from do-gooder official interference? Well, back in Australia, we all
like to keep ourselves fit and have a bit of adventure at the same time.
Mostly we do things like rock climbing and bushwalking, but for an extra zip
we sometimes venture into whatever underground spaces we can find. Caves are
pretty good, but a bit far away usually. So we do old mines, tunnels and so
on too. Now there are some dangers to this, and we are aware of them and take
great care. Our lives, after all. But do you know, our wonderfull, benevolent 
government has actually made such adventures _illegal_? There's a thing
called the confined spaces act, that actually makes it a crime to go into
such places without a standing army of backup rescue people and mountains of 
paperwork. This is the country that used to value individual self-reliance
and courage! Phooey! I say, if I want to go somewhere and just look around,
then it's no-one's concern but mine.... Arrr there I go, sorry, it's a
subject I always get a bit worked up about. Seems the whole world is just 
getting too protective. One of the things I particularly like about Namorba
is the feeling of freedom here, with the informality and all."

They are back in the Mother Superior's sitting room by now, and it is time
to say goodnight.

Alina> "Well, thank you for your assistance. Tomorrow the Sisters and I will
make arrangements to finish fixing up the room, so you need not concern
yourselves with that. Anne, Clair and I will also be meeting to discuss how
we shall deal with Amber. David, what you told me was very interesting, and
perhaps you would like to take part in that discussion. Do you have copies of 
the studies you mentioned?"

David> "Not with me, no, but I do have a laptop computer and modem with me.
I haven't had a chance yet to try logging on to the Internet from here.
Its amazing that way out here you have a PABX with fibre link to the national
network. I guess thats one advance Namorba can thank the oil industry for.
If I can work out how to connect to it I should be able to find copies
archived somewhere in one of the medical record servers. I'll try it
tomorrow. What time would you like to meet?"

Alina> "Sometime around lunch, I'd think, since the others will have school
duties in the morning. Say one o'clock. We may as well meet here.
Goodnight then." She is holding the door open.

They all politely wish her a pleasant night, and head off downstairs as
she closes and locks the door.

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