One was glaring at him and the other vanishing into darkness in mindless terror. “…just happened?”Beauty looked angry. “Not say that word, Log...n. Weird!”“What word?” He could almost hear the click as pieces fell into place. “Oh,” he said. “Oh!” Logan leaped to his feet and walked over to Beauty. “So, that’s what passes for foul language down here? I’m sorry. I didn’t know. OK, no more references to the big G upstairs, I promise.”“Weird, Logan,” Beauty chastised in a gentler voice.“Got it,” he. You might think I am just saying all of this to sound good, to act like the trip meant something. Say all the right words, preach about the suffering, preach about the desperation. I’m not. I mean it, the people I met showed me the greatest hospitality, they opened their arms to me like I was one of them. Like I was family. It was incredible. People with so little willing to give so much. People with so little, who are still so happy. They have no money, but everyday they wake up happy to be. Her mom would even walk naked in the apartment with the naked men and sometimes fucked right in front of Lola. She remembers the first time she watched her mom suck a cock. She was amazed as it slid down her moms throat as she sucked and then swallowed all the cream. She was used to the naked men with their cocks hard and poking straight out. She got so she liked looking at them and watching them fuck her mom. She developed big tits at a young age and one day when her mom was in bed with one. With the practice he had gained reading the pious writings, Joerg and the Count were able to piece the text together with some gaps."Countess ... Albert ... meet ... Torgau ... Saint Wendelin day ... Duke Ernst."The eyes of the Count narrowed."That damnable woman plans treason! Saint Wendelin's day, that's two days hence. That's where she is going, not into St. Ursula's, for praying. I'll thwart her yet! I know where she'll have to cross the river. Up, Joerg, let's rouse the bodyguard. We shall.