Get Thee To A Nunnery!

My dad has finally succumbed to his daily walks in the desert with me as part of a routine. It's usually the same two or three stories about Hopkins street or Julia Blighton and her freckles. But the past two days it's been about his job as a medical social worker at a certain Catholic charity hospital that is fairly well known. We'll refer to them as the nuns of charity and in Chicago, they were big time. He said those nuns just adored him and went to him for all the most difficult cases. My crazy dad was the go to guy for many a medical folk in his early social work day, because he was good and effective and he got things done.
So he's telling me about his work and his big break into the social work world sans experience, thanks to Margaret Webber, PhD. who saw may dad as a heart of gold brimming with social work savvy. I think of him as a bad ass at the hospital, schooling residents, attendings, nurses, everyone about the world of social work. He goes on to talk about the nuns again and then he dove into a personal story of one nun, a sister MaryAnn, who adored him more than the rest of them did, but in a very non-nun like way.
Sister MaryAnn would regularly run up to my daddy-o while he was on rounds while grinding her female parts on his leg! He said that she was a red head, "like the devil dad?", "yeah, kinda like the devil" and she was up to no good. "Erica" he said "if you think about it, can you imagine how horny those nuns get?" Totally inappropriate conversation to have with your daughter, but funny none-the-less (get it? none-nun, ha!). He repeated this part of the story about 10 times until I moved him on to the next part of the story, if the nun ever got her wish. Of course not. My dad, being the noble man that he is, told her that she needed to stop and he was not going to jeopardize her life's work or his for a fling. Offended, but accepting, she turned away from him and went on her way, never touching him again. A few more steps and I figured it was the end of the story, as perhaps he was daydreaming about what could have been.
"Don't think I didn't want to" he said, "she would rub her crotch on my leg and sure I got an erection". Ew. Gross. Story over.