She again focused on her breathing. He must have been lying to Daniel. He couldn’t possibly have forgotten her, she thought, suddenly hurt that he m...ght have. He had said he loved her. However, it had been several months since she left, it was possible. Without her constant presence in his life and his bed, perhaps she had quickly faded from his memory, replaced by another lonely miner’s wife. But he was here. Why else would he have come? Daniel finally noticed her pale face and distracted air.. Head first. I almost turned around and kept going down the road, but the grumble of my belly prevented me. Stepping over the comatose individual I entered the Tyrant.The first words I hear, "Ave gov'?" Uh, good evening..." I was rudely interrupted."Now ya' just sit yo'r p'etty buns down gov' and I be'd right wi't cha'." Do I really need to give a description to this tavern worker. I think not, my story is about someone else.I looked about the room, and there was no place to sit, no table free.. “Ross please…” my mother spoke with a soft voice not fully convincing me that she really wanted me to stop. “Shave your cunt for me” “Nooo Ross…no” “Shave it” I let the skirt drop back into place and lay back into the bath. Mum’s eyes were watering again. “Your dad will ask me why” “You will think of something” “Why are you doing this son?” “Because I can… and… because you want me to” “I most certainly do not” My mother sounded indignant.“Want me to run my finger between your pussy lips and see. A German sailor made that out of chicken and pork bones they served in the prisoners’ food. Quite creative, eh?”“Yes, a masterpiece,” Les responded. “How did your dad come by such a piece?”She sounded eager to talk, but also eager to get the speech over with. She must have recited it dozens of times before.“After the war, the prisoners were free to go home. This guy was from Dresden and it had been firebombed, leveled. He had no place to go home to. My father offered to buy the ship, so here it.