Yeah. Sounds familiar. But there was an interesting dynamic with the nuns in those days. And between the sexes it was hush hush but we found out what the nuns said to the girls on the qt. When the nuns had to deal with the pubescent boys we were sent to one of the parish priests who read us the riot act. Usually it caused us to laugh our butts off once out of foddas presence.
I came home late from school one 14 year old day because me and a girl went 'necking' in the woods.
I came home with a hickey and my mother hit the roof, pushed me into the car and raced to the parish priest.
I forget everything ever said in that meeting (with my mother presaent) except this incredulous statement from the priest ...
"And ... and ... she BIT you ?"
No skirt ... it was no bite.