After a busy day, a surprising evening full of adventures... Brooke had returned to her room, upset and confused, but she had finally fallen asleep fairly quickly. As was to be expected, her dreams had given free rein to the unfulfilled desires of her unconscious. Censored, daring and abscene fantasies faithfully expressing her psychological state had punctuated her night... These images of a disturbing but captivating debauchery were still delirious before her eyes when she emerged the next morning... Raising with them mysterious questions still unanswered about Lucas's certain expertise in the matter.
BROOKE'S THOUGHT : How is it possible that a priest can finger a woman with such skill and ability...? This mastery of female anatomy must come from somewhere? From her past surely...
Brooke then thought back to the way Lucas had worked her sex, with gentleness and firmness at the same time...
BROOKE'S THOUGHT : It was simply amazing!
She was not indifferent to this delicious memory that materialized like the aftershocks of an earthquake on her body. She then remembered this exciting treatment and, listening to the call of her body and her lower abdomen, her hand passed over her breasts that were waking up and her desire to touch herself became pressing. Her fingers slipped under her panties and drew small acrid circles on her clitoris that was going crazy. She was already in turmoil. She sank into the cottony pillow, ready to forget it and hang out in her bed all morning until ...
BROOKE'S THOUGHT : Shit! I didn't finish my drawing for Debie! I promised her I'd finish it before this weekend for the printer...
But yesterday had finally messed up her plans a bit when she accepted Lucas' invitation. Not wanting to fail her commitment to Debie, Brooke was vigilant to get up quickly. She freshened up and brushed her teeth then chose her outfit before going out with her notebook. She went out into the garden and looked around until she spotted the perfect spot.
BROOKE : Bingo!
Brooke noticed, in fact, a corridor in rows of arches superimposed in height but she did not know how to reach it. She decided to go back through the hall and advance under this same corridor in order to find the staircase that led there. She encountered closed doors and even accesses to what seemed to be underground passages ... Finally, after a few fruitless detours and turns, she had ended up finding a staircase that went up to the floor ... She found the place cold and gloomy, like everything that often characterized religious interiors. She hurried out to the upper level to reach the floor that overlooked the outside. She settled in and observed the view. She found it perfect. There was the garden and its winding labyrinth, the fountain... On each side, one could guess the ends of the two religious congregations, that of the women and those of the men. Brooke's gaze could not help but linger a little longer on the building occupied by the monks, and by Lucas... She chased away her thoughts that were harmful to her concentration and the progress of her sketch... She opened her sketchbook. While her very first drawing made Lucas' face appear, her thoughts flew back to him...
BROOKE'S THOUGHT : Come on Brooke, move on with this drawing now!
She got angry with herself and decided to put her headphones in her ears, music on full blast. Her pencil strokes finally became more and more fluid on the grain of the slightly cardboard sheet. She was now more focused and took pleasure in admiring the landscape that came to life under the anthracite pencil.
Lucas, feverish, noticed Brooke from his bedroom window. He hesitated to come and meet her in the garden. Finally, he sat down on his bed to assess the options available to him before starting or changing his mind.
LUCAS' THOUGHT : Her spontaneity would probably make her run towards me without restraint to tell me my home truths. She would probably play the sarcasm card to make me notice my lamentable behavior last night ... And she would be right. She feels that I like her ... You would really have to be blind not to see it! My intense looks, my silly smile, my embarrassment and my stupid jealousy ... And my poor resistance to attraction. I blow hot and cold at her ... Suddenly, I feign frigidity while I burn and consume myself from the inside. If she knew that all it would take is a spark to transform this fire into an uncontrollable blaze ... But this destructive blaze would lead us both, if not to hell, at least far from the happiness she deserves ... If she knew how I try, every day that God makes, to draw a line, to forget her ... I try, again and again. But nothing works. Even God seems to have abandoned me and refuses to help me ... I can only cling to the hope that she will one day leave my thoughts ... but also my heart. I envy her departure, as much as I dread it, and, with it, that day when nostalgia and regrets will come to haunt me ... I impatiently await these days of respite, even if misfortune will inhabit me ... They will at least be more bearable. More bearable than the suffering caused by her daily presence, her smile, her candor ... and her body. It will be the end of this unfulfilled desire, of this cruel lack, of this obviousness, of this perpetual obsession... I envy this day when I can tell myself that I had this chance to meet the person who makes my heart beat... Even if it is impossible to live this love in broad daylight as in secret...
With her drawing finished, Brooke compared the rendering between the real landscape and her sketch. She was very satisfied.
BROOKE'S THOUGHT : I hope Debie will like it too!
Without a second thought, she got up and walked the other way to Debie's office. Excited, she hurried and dodged a few nuns on her way until she reached the hallway. Once in front of the door, she knocked and grabbed the handle. The door was locked. Until she realized...
BROOKE'S THOUGHT : Today is Saturday...!
She turned back, a little disappointed. Her annoyed expression aroused Sister Julie's curiosity.
SISTER JULIE : A problem, my daughter?
BROOKE : No, uh yeah... I was supposed to take something to Mrs. Lee but she's not here... I just realized it's Saturday but I think it's really urgent...
SISTER JULIE : I can't guarantee that Mrs. Lee is at home, but why not try... Do you want me to tell you where she lives and so you might be able to sort out this pressing matter?
BROOKE : That would be perfect, I suppose...
SISTER JULIE : Once you leave the estate via the main driveway, you cross the bridge and take the street just to the right. It's at number 3.
BROOKE : Ok... That seems easy enough and close enough!
SISTER JULIE : There is an ice cream parlor in this same street, you will see...
This clarification made Brooke smile inside and out. She knew exactly what she was talking about. Ready to get going, she nodded and thanked her. But Sister Julie called out to her before she could leave.
SISTER JULIE : Ah! Brooke, you can come to the workshop on Monday... I'll already have some dress models to offer you.
BROOKE : Already!?
SISTER JULIE : Yes! I'm not idle, you know... I like it when the contemplative life goes perfectly with the active life!
Sister Julie knew that Brooke was frankly not enthusiastic about the idea of wearing an evening dress for the Gala.
SISTER JULIE : You'll see, I even think you might like it!
Brooke sincerely doubted it but preferred not to cut her off in her enthusiasm. Indeed, she liked her a lot... So she just smiled at her before greeting her to set off towards Debie's house.
After crossing the bridge, Brooke turned right and arrived in front of the house with the number 3. She rang the doorbell hoping to find Debie. She was reassured when footsteps were heard in the hallway.
NATHAN : What a lovely surprise!
Despite their rapprochement the day before, Brooke had completely forgotten Nathan's presence. But being Debie's son, what could be more normal than finding him at her house.
BROOKE : Hello Nathan! I won't bother you for long, I just wanted to give Debie something...
NATHAN : Oh, but you're not bothering me at all! On the contrary!
Nathan's eyes scanned her up and down as he opened the front door wide, inviting her inside.
NATHAN : I'm even going to start having faith as my prayers seem to be answered one after the other here...
Brooke rolled her eyes insistently and then walked into the hall of the house. Debie arrived at the same time.
DEBIE : Brooke! What a nice surprise!
Seeming to have gotten the word out, Debie, although more natural, greeted Brooke with the same enthusiasm as her son.
BROOKE : Hello Debie!
DEBIE : What brings you here for your first weekend!? Don't you have anything better to do...?!
Not giving him time to answer and looking at her son, delighted by her presence, she added:
DEBIE : Oh! Unless it wasn't for me that you came...!?
Understanding what she seemed to be implying, Brooke replied while avoiding Nathan's gaze who might like to believe it.
BROOKE : No, no... Actually, I just wanted to bring you this...
Brooke handed her the sheet on which her drawing was but Nathan's presence made her a little uncomfortable. Suddenly and for no apparent reason, she was apprehensive about Debie's reaction... What if she didn't like it in the end? But the sheet was already in her hands and her narrowed eyes were watching her with the greatest attention. In the room that had suddenly become too quiet, Nathan moved to stand next to his mother.
NATHAN : Did you draw that?
Brooke blushed in spite of herself, not understanding why she was suddenly losing her composure... She remained silent.
DEBIE : Yes, it's her! And she's really good, isn't she?
While Nathan seemed to be still assimilating the information, Debie exclaimed, with euphoria...
DEBIE : It's magnificent, Brooke! I love it! You were able to capture the serenity of the place and reproduce its authentic charm.
Relieved, Brooke let her shoulders fall and a sincere smile appeared on her lips.
BROOKE : I'm glad you like it! I hope it's not too late for the invitations...
DEBIE : Oh my God, the printer! We absolutely have to go drop it off at the printer today!
Debie suddenly seemed very agitated. She stamped her feet on the ground, waving her hands. Then she addressed her son.
DEBIE : Nathan, we have to go to Brionne immediately! Are you coming with me?
Nahan looked at his mother... Then at Brooke. He then approached Debie kindly.
NATHAN : What if I went with Brooke, Mom? You deserve to rest...
Debie first shook her head several times, then gradually calmed down. She looked at Brooke.
DEBIE : Well... it's not such a bad idea. It's true that I'm exhausted. Unless it bothers you, Brooke?
Brooke wanted to please Debie but she felt a little trapped by Nathan. She couldn't see herself refusing.
BROOKE : You haven't stopped this week... It's probably better that you rest before the Gala.
And the idea of spending a few hours in charming company didn't seem so unpleasant after all. Especially after the frustration she'd felt last night when Lucas had finally brought her back first.
BROOKE : Write down the address and we'll go straight there!
Debie seemed delighted. She rushed to her desk to write down the printer's address. Meanwhile, Brooke met Nathan's gaze. He had a satisfied smile full of promises.
Nathan and Brooke were driving towards Brionne, the GPS proving very useful for strangers like them.
NATHAN : Can I ask you a personal question?
BROOKE : You can ask it... That doesn't mean I'll answer you...
NATHAN : Ok! At least it's clear! I was wondering how a girl like you ended up in a program like the one my mother supervises...
BROOKE : What do you mean by "supervised program"?
NATHAN : Uh... Well, you know, a substitution program to avoid going to prison...
Brooke hesitated for a few moments before answering him to the extent of her personal and intimate revelations.
BROOKE : Let's just say that I have the unfortunate tendency to find life much more interesting when you spice it up a bit... Rules aren't really my thing, I'm more the type to enjoy playing with limits, prohibitions...
NATHAN : There are other ways to add more intensity and adrenaline to your life...
BROOKE : I suppose you mean legal means?
NATHAN : Legal, authorized and even recommended! Experiments not recommended for minors and sensitive souls, obviously ...
BROOKE : Oh but I'm absolutely not against handcuffs and restrictions on my freedom when it comes to sex ...
Nahan seemed much less proud all of a sudden. Brooke's frankness and her audacity disconcerted him.
BROOKE : The problem is more with the male profiles that make me vibrate and therefore make me stay with them ... These very bad boys are generally not content to occupy their days with regulatory activities ...
NATHAN : I see ... So, you definitely like bad boys?
BROOKE : And everything that goes with it! The raw and unpredictable side, the confidence, the mystery, the danger, the bestiality ...
NATHAN : The tattoos?
Brooke saw him coming with his question ... His tattoo was one of the first things she had noticed about him. She had to admit that Nathan had a bad boy side, even if it was much less marked than those she frequented. She smiled at him mischievously and was about to answer him when, suddenly, a shock was felt in the cabin.
BROOKE : What was that!?
NATHAN : A bump or a hole... In any case, nothing my car can't overcome!
As he turned his attention back to the road, Nathan's face tightened as he realized there was a problem.
NATHAN : Shit! I feel like I spoke too soon... The steering is off and I can feel vibrations in my steering wheel.
Nathan slowed down and turned on his flashing brake lights. As soon as he could, he pulled into a parking lot. He got out of his car and circled around her until he spotted the problem he was afraid of. He joined Brooke in the car.
BROOKE : So, what's the verdict?
NATHAN : We have a flat tire! And I don't have a spare... And we're in the middle of nowhere!
From the look on his face, Brooke could tell it wasn't premeditated... He seemed very upset.
NATHAN : I'll call my mom and tell her where we are... She'll find me a mechanic or a tow truck!
He got out of the car to make his call. Brooke waited for him to finish while waiting in the car.
NATHAN : There! She's sending someone... Shall we go have a drink there while we wait?
Nathan accompanied his sentence with a small nod to indicate to Brooke a nearby bar. Brooke nodded.
At the same time, Debie, called for help by her son, was doing what was necessary to help them. She knew exactly who to contact... Brother Lucas and his excellent knowledge of mechanics.