”“What is going on, what happened to my sister?”“She is fine, your father will spare her since he thinks you are dead. Which means you are min..., for life.”He started to cry, but sighed in relief that his sister would be spared death. I picked him up, flattened him out on the bed and made out for the next hour, still fully clothed. As our lips touched, I could feel his body tense up, but after a minute his shoulders relaxed and we started going at it more and more. By the end of the hour, we. We should have to see if their animals could be improved with mating with ours – or visa versa, but I doubted that somewhat. We had had a good wool spinning shed, but half of the spinning slaves had run away. I suspected most would be dead now. This was not a safe place to be an unknown traveller.Cheese, meat, bread: these were our main products. The tiles we made ourselves, but then the locals preferred thatch, so it wasn’t a barterable product. I encouraged the spinners to start work in. She gave me the usual bit about going to Hell. I reminded her I knew she was screwing her boyfriend and THAT was going to send HER to Hell. She quit bugging me after that!”“Mike’s super-religious, but he’s not like that,” Clarissa said. “His church teaches that you’re supposed to get your own shit together before you worry about telling anyone else about getting THEIR shit together.”“That’s not QUITE how I put it,” I chuckled. “But it does get the point across!”“Oh fine,” Clarissa huffed. I left the other guys to laugh about it as I handed in my paperwork to the office, before punching out for the day. And that was that for a while. It would occasionally come up as something to tease Graeme about over the next couple of months, but was eventually forgotten about.One rainy Autumn afternoon, I was approaching the last of my drops for the day in a sleepy little village. The delivery was to a new build bungalow on the outskirts of the village, part of a new estate awkwardly.