Mrs. Priestly Help I'm FAT!

She raised an eyebrow.

"Don't get cheeky with me, young lass--if you hurt my feelings, I might leave."

Carmel bit her lip.

"Fine, sorry," she replied, obviously not sorry.

"That's it," she giggled, "I walking to the door." She took a single step, watching Carmel's face.

"No, you're not old!" She said, frowning. "Just kidding!"

"Prove it," she said, turning around. "Kiss me. You wouldn't kiss someone old and ugly, would you? Help out Mrs. Priestly's self-esteem."

"What? But...we're both girls!" She nearly shouted. "I mean...but...I'm a nun!"

"Nuns can kiss--it's not sexual, is it? Family members kiss all the time." She leaned down so Carmel could reach her lips. "Come on."

Carmel pecked her on the lips, pulling away quickly.

Mrs. Priestly pulled her into another, deeper kiss. She wrapped her legs around Carmel's, keeping her from escaping.

Carmel flailed, trying to not enjoy it and push her away. She was having trouble with both of those.