The woman shook her head as she and her daughter both stared at the dead man. I grabbed one of his feet, towed him into the barn and threw a piece of ...orn tarpaulin over him. The women stood in the doorway watching."Where the nearest son live?" I asked."Nex' farm, jus' over the hill," the girl said, pointing. I mounted and rode slowly in that direction, trying to assemble my thoughts. My goal was still food for the troops, but now I had a dead man and two tasty women to think about. The women's. They could belong to either Irish royalty or rich merchant families - some Irish and some Dane or Viking.We quickly headed for one of these houses. It was the one located where St. Patrick's Cathedral was located in our Reality. It was a large and impressive building of stone, and was actually located south of the main walls of the city, but still within the secondary walls. It was surely as strong as Dublin Castle if not as large.Arriving there we asked for instruction from the resident. His profile had no information other than he was 5’8″, thin, and 24. “Nice hole, but can I see a face pic?” I sentWithin seconds, he replied, “Forget the face, all I want is your cock in that hole. You don’t even have to see me, and I don’t need to see you.”Intrigued and excited about the ‘anonymous’ fuck, I messaged back, “Yes, but where can one fuck in an airport?”He replied, “I work here at the Duty-Free, my shift just ended a few minutes back. I know many secret passages in and out, and you. She was a thin girl with long, straight dark hair. She was from Minneapolis, and we spent a few minutes finding out what we felt like sharing. There'd be more as we settled in, but we'd been given until noon to unpack. Then Mrs. Smith showed up."Ladies," she said (I noticed there were only six of us), "follow me. We'll get you started on your training."Before that, though, we had forms to fill out, and a physical to take. The training started the next day. For the next weeks after that we.