Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m truly sorry that I wasn’t there for your Dad, in person, but I was by his side in spirit. Tell your...Mom and Dad what we have told you and this will prove that this isn’t just your imagination. We just ask you to choose the moment carefully.” Kat was speechless, she knew her Dad hadn’t told her everything but never in a million years did she imagine that his past was this bad. Kat collapsed and started crying. She didn’t even know how long that she. Need a break. Come on."A minute later, the door opens. Terri. No Rachel."Where's Rachel?" Something Jewish going on. She's with her mom and dad. Whatcha studying?" Economics 101." Beancounter Basic," Anita addedTerri's got a delightful giggle, as is fit for an eight year old girl. "You sound like my dad," she said. "He says beancounters are minions of the Antichrist." And I am an acolyte," I said. Terri's knowing smile told me that yet again I had not exceeded her grasp of vocabulary."So what's. A short while after her death my father disappeared. The fact that his wife was no longer alive unhinged his mind in some way. He loved her dearly and with her passing the purpose for his life left also. I knew very little about him. He was of Polish origin, Karol Wojtyla, an itinerant worker who turned up one day and wooed mother. She was bewitched with his dark good looks and roguish ways. I heard years later that he had drifted to Italy and was living in Rome, but I never had any. I would like that very much!” Laura began putting her clothes on to which I gave her a stern look. She blushed, realizing clothes were going to stay off. “I’m hungry, anything you’re in the mood for?” I asked her“Other than master’s cock?” She replied“You’re a good little slut. Go, show me your cooking skills.”Her version of cooking turned out to be ordering Chinese take-out, not what I was expecting, but amusing nonetheless. I’d briefly considered making her pick it up at the door naked, but.