The Prioress of Saint Alby

THE PRIORESS OF SAINT ALBY Chapter One The castle of Mandelbury, known as Saint Alby, was a magnificent five star architecture landmark built on a plain less than thirty miles from the small town of Ladybank in Scotland, north of Kingskettle, further north from Kennoway and Balbirnie, the small home town of forty two year old Sister Clianne, whose former maiden name before she became a nun at St. Alby was Clianne Lamont, daughter of a Knightsbridge mason who had worked for years as gardner at the castle, after the masonry of the stone lodge near the castle had given way three weeks after being built by Cliannes father, on the evening of a slightly unsettling change of weather week, which resulted in pouring rain inside the lodge while the Earl of Mandelbury and his wife, along with their maid Sybelaine, were enjoying a naked evening together, while their money, the money of the Earl and his wife, worked on its own at the Hong Bay Shankai Bank of Scotland, HBSBS. After that evening, everyone at the castle and in the villages nearby knew the Earl and his wife had engaged in a relationship with the maid, and the Earl decided to transfer Cliannes father to take care of the gardens of St. Alby, so that another mason could rebuild the stone lodge for further private evenings, between him, his wife and his maid, by now a well known relationship worth consolidating, according to all parties involved in the relationship. HBSBS was the best bank of Scotland, although it had a few foreign investors, who had plowed some money out of the bank after the financial crisis of twenty zero seven, an event which had resulted in the money of the Earls maid falling to all-time lows, something she discussed with the Earl and his wife

while the Earls wife examined her well made, apple-shaped breasts, until the thought of being called for evening duty, being examined dearly by a woman, made Sybelaine come again and again. No worries, said the Earl after she came, your money is safe with HBSBS, there is no way such a strong bank will ever go under. "Is this bank stronger than the lodge before it crumbled?" asked Sybelaine. "Yes," said the Earl. Shortly after, Sybelaine, twenty five year old daughter of a prosperous nutmeg merchant from the Caribbean island of Curaao, was charged with looking after the Earls HBSBS account, a task she accepted in exchange for commingling her own funds at the bank with the Earls funds, to be on equal footing with the Earls wife, who commingled her funds leisurely every day with those of her husband, without engaging in any breach of fiduciary or marital duty. That way, thought Sybelaine, if her money went under with the bank, the Earls money would go down with it as well, a reassuring thought she shared with Sister Clianne while the maid shopped for fresh vegetables visiting St. Albys garden, a small piece of cultivated land near the cloister, claimed by HBSBS, but kept by Sister Clianne on behalf of the cloister. Officially, the bank had a claim on the vegetable garden of St. Alby, a small, slightly unpaid field backed by the cloister premises, the castle of Mandelbury itself, as mortgage guarantee. The Reverend Mother of St. Alby, the prioress, refused to pay the remaining five hundred seventy three pounds of the debt to the bank, which would free St. Alby of HBSBS claim on its garden, and indirectly, on the cloister, because, she said, Gods creation could not belong to a banking institution which charged eight pounds and seventy pence every month in

expenses, in exchange for doing absolutely nothing with the cloisters money. As a result of this unpaid debt, the tenure of the nuns at the cloister was questioned by the bank during lively periodic reunions which took place uneventfully, uneventfully for the nuns, not for the bank. Sister Clianne had joined St. Alby twenty one years earlier as a postulant. Because Clianne didnt know what to do much after high school, and her lifted spirit felt like doing some uplifting task every day, she had decided to become a novice at the cloister of St. Alby, on the night of her twenty first birthday, after feeling an orgasm for two hours in bed, nipples erect, thinking that the horse of the MacGregors, wanted to mate with her, if only its humongous piece of sexual machinery would be slightly smaller than it was. Because on that day, Sunday, the minister had spoken of heaven as a real possibility for those who lived good lives, Sister Clianne started to fantasize about making love to the minister, as though it was the horse she was arousing. The fantasy ended with the minister though, and thats when Clianne felt the first signs of a calling were probably there. Then, a call of the Virgin Mary came, and the distinct sound of a bell, announcing an imminent orgasm, came right after. That holy fantasy made her wet for hours before regaining a sweet sleep, something she valued even more than food or rest. For several days, she hadnt touched herself, and she was experiencing higher levels of thought and dream, until one day she discovered there was a name for what she was experiencing, it was called ecstasy, although it was unclear whether the term referred to mystical ecstasy or to religious ecstasy. Unaware of the novel nature of her thinking ways, when the minister noticed she was deft at remembering passages from the Holy Bible, he

recommended that she become a novice, to test the strength of her will. In fact, several times, he said, to tease her: "I bet you cant become a nun," he said. If there was something anyone didnt have to tell Clianne Lamont, it was that she lacked strength of will. This put her in a stubborn mood, and then, nothing distracted her from doing the opposite of what everyone else thought she had to do, or thought she was supposed to do, or thought she couldnt do. Since both of their parents opposed the idea of her becoming a novice and postulant to become a nun, she decided she was definitely good enough to become a nun, and decided to become a nun, no matter how many times she might come thinking of the Virgin Mary on the way to becoming a nun. After several sacred orgasms, Sister Clianne decided to join the other nuns at St. Alby, because, she thought, it was time to stop thinking about the horse of the MacGregors, and it was time to put her life to good use.