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Respect all, fear nun - part four
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We learn about nuns and candles, and the part they play in the life of a nun. Fiona dreams about Satan, and does a deal with the devil; the off spring of the orphanage will all get Xboxes in return for Fiona's soul. Fiona now thinks she's infested by Satan, so Sam does an exorcism for her, which involves some very heavy sex. But the Xboxes have already started to appear in the hands of the off springs. Where could they have come from? Then Fiona realizes. If it was all just a dream, then it didn't matter. And if it wasn't a dream, Satan was lying to her; it's what he does.

PocketMen
(Story: GyroFM)

A story about guys who lose control looking at muscular women in public settings. "Try them on!" he says to Cecilia. She, impatiently, takes the shoes off and puts them on. As soon as she stands up on those heels, Cecilia's calves explode in all their enormous size and muscularity. The boy is left with wide eyes and an open mouth, and can not control himself. He immediately puts his hand in his pocket. Cecilia sees the whole scene and understands everything. She looks at him with superiority and then flexes her foot on the toe, making her calves explode, just like when she did bodybuilding competitions! The boy begins to sweat while Cecilia continues to flex her calf rhythmically, then she turns to him and does a double biceps pose. Cecilia's biceps look like two balloons. The boy looks at those crazy muscles and, with his hand in his pocket and loses control in a few seconds!

Respect all, fear nun - part five
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It was the terce prayer hour. We were all three of us in the gym; the off springs were outside playing with their dogs. I was lying on my back, doing reps with 500, when I noticed a crack in the ceiling that looked like a jagged bolt of stylized lightning. When I finished my set, I showed it to Nora and Mandy. My eyes followed the crack, and the wall was also cracked. "That looks bad," said Mandy. "Is the building falling down?" asked Nora. "I think we should treat the building a lot more gently until further notice," I suggested. "So no more dropping the weights to the floor; lower them gently." "And we should pray," said Nora. "Of course," I said, "but we should also get a good surveyor, to tell us whether this is nothing, or very bad. Roger stood, transfixed. He'd never seen a nun doing bench presses before, he's never seen a woman with 26 inch biceps before and he'd never seen a St Hilda's nun except me, and I was covered head to toe in my habit. He just stood there, paralyzed with a mixture of respect and fear. He was imagining what Nora could do to a man once he was helpless in those huge arms. And I thought, Gotcha! I prophesy a discount.