We were of course in pleated skirts and not in pants. After which she would put me on her knees to make me read the gospel according to Saint Paul or another saint, while she squeezed me with one hand to her chest and pulled down my panties with the other hand. “She would take me to her office, lock the door, and then draw the curtains. She would choose me once every two or three times,” she recalls. But the nun wasn’t looking for someone to help her. She remembers a nun who would come to her class every day to choose a student to help her with Mass. ROME-“Marie” was placed in a French Catholic boarding school for “young girls from good families” when she was in the fifth grade.
