"You can call me Mister Thompson, sweetie. Never master." Okay, Mister Thompson," she said. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" Your mommy had to go away wi...h your brother and sisters," I said, "and you hid out here so you could see the Pope when he came to visit your daddy. Your daddy's upstairs. He'll be okay."She took a long look at the Pope and then ran up to find her dad. The Pope just stared at me, tears running down his face."It's a miracle," he said."Yeah, maybe so," I agreed."Those Opus. "The house was a fairly large one for the city, with large wooden beams, white plaster walls, and a brownish red, clay tile roof. Miri wanted to ask Pavel who lived in it, but she was not very happy with him at the moment. Her hands were still shaking from the confrontation with the cobbler. Just as she was about to mentally relive it all again, the wide wooden door of the house opened.A gregarious older woman, with graying red hair and a happy smile—as well as several children peeking out the. She leaned over and gently kissed his cold forehead and whispered, "Farewell my love. Thank you for everything."As she stood up she heard, "How did you know my husband?"Polly spun around and there, standing before her, was his widow. She wanted to cry and confess her sins, but instead she stood tall and said, "We used to work together." You know he retired ten years ago." Yeah, he retired after my first year, but he was my mentor." Oh, I see. I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name." Polly. Polly. And before I knew it the words were out of my mouth. “You’re such a slut”. She opened her eyes then, stared at me. I continued (a little worried now). “whore”. She smiled and in that moment, I truly realized I could do and say what I wanted to her. So, while fucking her I leaned in, looked her straight in the eyes and told her she was a fucking whore. I grabbed her arms and held them down above her head with one hand and brought my other hand to her tit, then pinched her nipple hard and called.