I imagine the Pope wasn't going to be talking much about it either."Mister Thompson," I said with a smile. "You can call me Mister Thompson, sweetie. ...ever master." Okay, Mister Thompson," she said. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" Your mommy had to go away with 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. As if reading my mind, I heard her small voice behind me.‘I’m sorry, all I have are those cups. I feel so, I don’t know, uncultured?’I was pouring, and responded, ‘Michelle, no more apologies, okay? Dinner smells amazing, and you have nothing to be ashamed of!’I turned around to hand her a cup, and promptly felt my mind go blank.Michelle was leaning against her couch, a classy but low-cut tube top sweater barely holding in her breasts, and wearing a short. ”“Just follow me.”With that I started jogging along the edge of the beach with Freya in hot pursuit.After about half a mile of seeing no one, the balls in me were really working well. My AF was rising quickly. Another couple of hundred yards and I had to stop as it hit me. Bending over like I usually do my body started shaking. Freya stopped too and stood next to me, looking at me and grinning. She was still grinning as I calmed down.“That the first for today? Only another 14 to go.” Freya. We didn’t live together although we often spent days at each other’s houses. My life as a reporter was as unpredictable as hers and we’d met when I’d covered a night on duty with her squad. Our attraction had been immediate and the ensuing tempestuous romance had never really calmed. We both felt that maybe not living together helped sustain that and, so far, it had worked. Neither resented cancellations and disappointments because we both understood.One of Karen’s friends in the force was the.