The next day, the older girl was thrown from a car at the curb near the shelter. Her hands were still tied behind her back, but several of her fingers were broken, as well as several of her toes. She sported twisted upholstery nails through her lips, nipples, labia, and ears. Not through her earlobes, as the earring piercings she?d had were bleeding where they?d been cut open all the way to the bottom of the lobe. She?d never be able to wear post earrings again. Her lips were cut and several of her front teeth were broken.
A larger nail had been driven through her nasal septum and then twisted, and she showed the black and blue bruises of a night of abuse throughout her entire body. She was bleeding from the places where the skin had broken, and she had no hair. The hair of her head and sex had been either torn off or shaven, or both, leaving raw and bloody patches in both places. The girl crawled to the shelter door as the car sped away. She got up, walked a few steps, fell down on her knees, bloodying them further, then crawled and walked on her knees to collapse against the door.
Jess and one of the other women found and brought the poor girl inside. Jess got two pairs of pliers and disinfectant and removed as many of the nails as she found. Jess noticed that the girl had been tattooed across her back. ?I am the Biggest of the Cheap Whores that can be Fucked?, the tattoo across her back announced. The ambulance from the hospital would not make a trip as far as the shelter was, so Jess also splinted the girl?s broken fingers and toes. ?Helps having been trained as a military medic,? Jessika thought, ?and then having been married to a nurse.? She often missed Emma. And not only in her professional capacity: another one for confession, she thought wryly.
Jess had a cab summoned, and sent the girl to the hospital with one of the shelter women. She gave them enough funds to defray the expenses of the cab and the hospital. ?And THAT, Mother Superior, ?Jessika said to herself, ?is what retired pay is good for.? It would also pay for the removal of the girl?s tattoo. Or to hide it under another tattoo of flowers, if she so chose. The girl had told Jess that her younger friend was being put back to work as a whore. She told her the street corner at the port where they had usually worked.
The other girl was pushed into the street by Jenn. The girl was heavily made up to hide a black eye and cut lip. After slapping her around, Jenn had bent her naked over her knees. While Gemma held both of the girl?s wrists behind her back, Jenn spanked the screaming, kicking girl with a hairbrush until the girl?s butt was shiny and red, and the brush broke. ?Hmm, my turn,? Jonica giggled, and then inserted her thumb and index in the girl?s orifices and mashed them together, causing the girl to squirm in part pleasure and part pain. ?So you remember all you?re good for, bitch!?, she warned their victim.
Now the girl was being put back to work in a plastic miniskirt and tube top, with only fake jewelry, shoes, and cheap cotton panties to complement her attire. Jenn, Gemma and Jonica put out the word the girl would be at half-price.
So that?s how it came to be that Aunt Jess, Sister Jessika, went to the port district to get the girl back. Sister Jessika left behind her rosary, documents, and even her watch. The diver?s watch Emma had given her for her birthday, which she knew people whispered behind her back that it was waterproof, shockproof, weather proof, probably atom bomb proof, too. There?d be no need to tell the time. She did say her rosary and several other prayers until the cab she called for herself arrived. The driver would be a man whose niece had been in a similar situation as the girls and had been helped by the shelter. He had reasons to be grateful and could be trusted. Besides, cabbies the world over are, for the most part, a pretty decent lot.
While she waited, after reciting her prayers, Sister Jessika took a quick shower and put on clean white cotton panties and bra, over that a white blouse, and over that the habit of gray skirt reaching below the knee and gray short jacket. People usually associate nuns with the long, black and white habit. ?Penguin suit? Sister Jessika had heard it called. But that hadn?t been in use for years now. For actual day to day work, in the hot weather during summer in Chicago, this outfit was more practical. Some orders even dispensed with the coif, the ?nuns hat.? But Sister Jessika put hers on, gray with the white cloth underneath. Most nuns wore, as they were now allowed, a lock of hair showing under the border of the inner white lining. Only Sister Jessika still wore her hair so short it left her no extra lock to tuck outside. She put on knee-high stockings and closed, low leather shoes.
The cab arrived. On the way to the port, she?d explained to the driver, and he?d been concerned. ?Sure you know what you?re doing, Sister Jess?? He?d said. ?Not to worry.? She had replied with a slight smile. Then she?d asked about the niece who he said was doing fine now.
In the street corner, as expected, she found the girl pacing the street. The characters at the corner could not believe their eyes when the nun got out of the cab and went to the girl. ?A nun! Were they really all lesbians??
No way to find out, since the nun, of indeterminate age, just grabbed the girl?s arm and escorted her to the waiting cab. As the nun got the girl inside the cab, a gaudily dressed man, probably the girl?s pimp, went up to the nun and half pushed, half slapped her shoulder while continuously cursing her.
The nun hit him with the edge of her left hand on the neck and grabbed his windpipe with her right hand as she kicked him twice in the groin with her right foot. As he tried to pull out a cheap automatic gun, she tore it off his grasp with her left hand. After smashing him to the floor and clearing all the bullets from the gun, she shoved it in the man?s mouth, breaking a couple of teeth. The man the scrambled away, first in all fours, then at a full Olympic run.
Jess told the amazed driver to head back to the safety of the shelter with the girl.
?Please don?t stay here by yourself, Sister. It is dangerous!?, he said, with concern in his voice.
?Have to ? It?s my calling?, Jessika answered grimly, ?something needs to be done. Just get me some backup, if you can, please.? She smiled and turned around as the cab sped away.
The crowd was parting to let someone through. ?So, you Holy Whore, you think you can fucking take over our side of town? Maybe it?s time you were taught a lesson ??, Jenn asked sarcastically, as she made her way out of the crowd, followed by Gemma and Jonica.
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