As Lana Winters was sitting on the cold wooden chair in front of Sister Jude's desk, she peeked and saw a paper sticking out of a manila folder. As curious as she was, Lana did not want to danger herself any further. She wanted to do whatever it took to get out of Briarcliff. Briarcliff was ruining her, ruining who she really was inside and ruining what she wanted to be. As she heard the steps booming down the hallway, she knew that Sister Jude was en route to her office. She came in, sat down, and started asking Lana very simple questions. "Do you know why you're in here, Lana?"
Of course she did. She was a flaming homosexual. She didn't think that it was justifiable to instituionalize her for her sexual orientation, however. "Yes, Sister. I know exactly why I'm in here. But I must say, Dr. Threadson has really been helping me cure my homosexuality. Our session of adversion-conversion therapy is tomorrow. I'm really hoping for the best."
"Great, Lana. That is great. May god bless you in your process of recovery." Sister Jude then did the unthinkable. She stormed out of her seat and slammed the door to her office very hard. She locked the door, then and took Lana's hands, pulling her out of the wooden chair. She looked directly in her eyes and said, "Lana, I know you're lying to me. You don't want to be cured, you have no intention to be cured. You know, Lana, I feel bad for you. I feel bad that you have to be in here with these mad individuals but you must realize, you're mad too." Sister Jude took her habit off and underneath was a silky red lingerie. She took the rosary off of her neck and put it around Lana's, pulling her closer with every bead. Sister Jude yanked the rosary downward and demanded that Lana pull up the lingerie and begin pleasuring her.
Lana was confused beyond belief. She didn't understand this woman. She just wanted to get out of here. "Please stop, Sister!" She began to cry.
"Pretend I'm your little schoolteacher, Wendy. Pretend that I'm her and this is your home," said Sister Jude.
Lana decided not to fight the demands of this deranged nun. Maybe if she followed her commands, she could be set free and return to the arms of her lover. Lana lifted up the lingerie and pulled down the white panties that the nun wore. She licked above the nun's cleanly shaven vagina and slowly slivered her tongue into the slit. Sister Jude moaned as Lana did anything she could to convince Sister Jude to let her leave. The tears coming from Lana's eyes were falling onto the nun's wet vagina, only making it more pleasurable.