TEMPTATION AT ITS WORSE

Resumption day in St.peters was busy as usual. It generally wasn’t

unusual for anyone but Sheila the new recruit who was a fresh loaf from
college, it was pretty awful. Sheila has always had the dream to work in
a catholic oriented school since she was born catholic. It was something
she didn’t think too much about or felt she had a choice. So at the
young age of 21 she more like became a martyr (no sex life, never
drank in her life, no exposure to anything “unholy”). Her life couldn’t
really be called hers since technically she lived to please her mother.
Something suddenly crashed into her from behind. Being terribly sorry
for being lost in thought she stood up to stutter an apology. An apology
shouldn’t take long or even be as bad as it seems. But to Sheila it was
more like the worst thing that could ever happen because right in front
of her was a guy that looked a little older than her but that wasn’t what
got her tongue was the fact that he looked like a walking sex tool. After
apologizing Sheila was so damn confused. Different questions ran
through her head, “How the hell did this guy get into a catholic school,
did he fuck his way through. This was so unlike her though she never
cussed out aloud but her mind could be said to be more dirty than a
sewage”. Getting into the trainee’s lodge proved to be not much of a
hassle for Sheila after her encounter with the sex tool who seem to have
awaken every of her sensory nerve. Yeah, being a dirty minded virgin at
the age of twenty-one there were some times she might have gotten a
little naughty and at the same time curious that she would hold a mirror
to her naked self to explore her body and learn about ways to excite
herself. She really couldn’t be blamed, she always said to herself ease
out her gnawing conscience those stupid explicit sex education
magazines caused it, she would say to herself.
The trainee’s lodge was definitely awfully quiet. The only reason
her mum wasn’t all that comfortable with her choice of school was the
trainee’s lodge. It was a two storeyed building with both the male and
female trainee in one building. It has several rooms, each room with
their own toilet and bathroom. It had a big common room with a flat
screen of course, the school trying to make their trainees feel
comfortable and not stressed of course provide kitchen staffs who
worked in the big kitchen to prepare food and wash dishes. All trainee of
St. peter high had to stay in the building except they were married.
Since she was already given a map of the house and a key to her room,
she went to her designated room which was fortunately for her on the
first floor. She felt so tired and the unfortunate. Her next course of
action was to unpack her luggage. After arranging her clothes which of
course consisted of black oversize shits, jumpers, polka dotted shirts and
so on since the bag was packed by her very religious mother, she
opened a secret compartment in her bag which consisted of clothes
from her fantasy, sexy clothes, clothes she knew she could never wear.
At least if she couldn’t wear them admiring it in her ward shouldn’t be
considered sinful in her mother’s dictionary, should it? When she got to
her collections of lingerie she was already contemplating wearing them
under her clothes it is not like no one can see her but even far away
from her mum, she still wanted to please her.
Jennifer Lawson, Sheila’s mum is a judgemental, religious woman
but could anyone really blame her for being judgemental and self-
righteous. After losing her parents in a car accident while they were
drinking and driving, she became shaken, but things became worse after
nearly losing her husband to paralysis she nearly became nuts with
spirituality. To her now, she strongly believes a life without Christ is full
of crisis so at a tender age she subjected her only child into loving Christ
wholeheartedly meaning Sheila did not have a sweet happy exuberant
teenage life. A normal teenager’s life in the US consisted of parties,
drinks, sex and definitely boyfriends but Sheila’s own was strictly
fellowship, church, fellowship again, choir practice, reading clubs and
religious retreats. Mr Lawson was never really bothered by his wife
spiritual antics it might be as a result of the fact that he really loved his
wife or the fact that she stood by him during his ordeal, when Mr
Lawson was diagnosed with paralysis, he felt like all hope was lost for
him. Although he could be considered as above middle class he wasn’t
necessarily the definition of rich but the ordeal dealt a big blow to his
finances. His only child, Sheila has been the one at the receiving end of
Jennifer’s spirituality antic though.
Although undergoing a teaching training in a catholic school,
Ryan Mason was most definitely not a saint but he knew a saint when
he saw one, he almost felt the need to snigger at the poor lady he
crashed into. He was in a hurry to rush to his next class to avoid the
wrath of Mrs simpleton, and true to her name she was a simpleton. Mrs
simpleton was the catholic church representative in the school and as
such she was strict and rigid or could be called old school in her ways, it
could be said that she had a special throne specially designed with
hatred for Ryan. She hated the bad boy care free aura that surrounded
him. Reflecting in the reason he was in the Godforsaken martyrdom put
him in a bad mood, was he that loathed by his father that he had to be
tested on his perseverance level before he was given the positon as the
rightful heir of the company. Though to be fair, he has passed a phase
of youthful exuberance but still did he deserve this much punishment,
this place was surely going to be filled with women his age who would
dress as old as his granny since it was a catholic school. How in
damnation was he supposed to survive three years in this place without
any single bad report, it was an almost impossible task. His present class
was frustrating as he envisioned, the wisest in the class was as wise as
a rock but there was an advantage though, the girls in the class were
not a sore sight for the eyes. The only thing he was asked to do was
study the class as Mr Alfred was teaching. Geez, he seriously needs to
get laid, fantasizing about girls the age of his sister was low even for
him. Thankfully he was saved by the bell from his unhealthy thoughts.
Back in the lodge most teachers in training just resumed since today
was the first day of resumption, so there were a lot of hugging &
greetings done. After the old trainees were done they noticed the two
newbies who were quite settled. One looked like a model for the cover
page of typical bad boy and the other looked like well based on the way
she was dressed a convent sister, observed Kaitlyn. Ryan on his seat
observed the people he was going to be living with for the next few
years, St. Peter was definitely not a befitting name for this school based
on what he was staring at now, the trainees looked anything but
catholic. Though online he read something about ST. peter also being a
training ground not only for students but to produce better adults, he
definitely wasn’t expecting them to look this way though he couldn’t
explain the differences, it felt like college over again