by MaryAnn678
I had planned to read only half the story tonight.
The more I read, the more I wanted to read. I read to the very end.
... it didn't feel at all like Greenwich Village, an area with which I have some familiarity There are many many bars/clubs in the Village - neighborhood dives, meat markets, you name it Some clubs have doormen and velvet ropes, and some do not. Some are intended for "pre-gaming" - places to drink and get loosened up before going out clubbing - and some don't get rocking until past midnight
The story played out like Sister Mary had left the convent in Dubuque and gone over to Iowa City (where there might well be one favorite pick-up bar for non-students)
It also didn't seem at all likely that any woman would go out with the express purpose of getting fucked and not give the slightest thought to the use of a condom - and that would be true whether this story was playing out in Dubuque or Iowa City or Des Moines or Greenwich Village - particularly Greenwich Village. I can imagine the dialogue - Mary trying to think how to bring the subject up and the guy - well, is he the kind who will go bareback if he figures it is safe (for him) and to hell with her, or ?
But the writing was good - it is just that the suspense of disbelief was stretched too far
There is good writing. There is great writing. There is wonderful writing. MaryAnn678 is in a class by herself. This story ranks head and shoulders above all others
Welcome back MaryAnn. Now I know how much I have missed your great writing. You are excellent in building up the tension starting already from the first line. A lovely story and so well written. I am hoping for more soon.
“for the first time she felt a man entering her body”
I felt like I was there.
Wow!
when she 'fessed-up; admit I didn't pick-up on the allusive title until after the fact. Well written but I'm guessing this is the abridged version; that you're at least thinking about a longer version that takes us along on Mary's journey from virgin to what? Kal
As a nun Mary would have worn a wedding ring as a symbol of being the bride of Christ.
Mary spent the night in Harry's apartment which seems to have been in the Village (a couple of blocks from the bar) He would not have taken her home in the morning; assuming he owned a car and was able to park it anywhere near his apartment he would not have given up a parking place for anything so inconsequential as making sure the woman he's just deflowered gets home safely - that's why God invented taxicabs (and now Uber) Cal a cab - put the fare and a good tip in the driver's hand - and send her on her way (having first gotten her phone number just in case)
I love it when nice people are nice to each other! :+)))
I would love to be Very Nice with you, Sister Mary!
Enlightened Catholic? Yes, please!
I grew up in an Irish Catholic neighborhood!
I do Blarney quite well...:+)))