Other than that, we didn’t see a lot of action. Certainly nothing like the rest of you saw,” Seamus finished in a relieved tone of voice.“What a...out the ships that the Persians arrived in? Any of the Persians that survived would surely try to escape in them, and it may already be too late to stop them,” Aunt Edana asked.“You don’t have to worry about that, Aunt Edana!” Meegan told her Aunt. “No one will be using those ships. We fixed them.”“Would you care to define ‘fixed’, Meegan?” Grandfather. I was still embarrassed to be beaten that badly by Tomas when he wasn't even using a sword, but I was getting better at dodging the shield bashes. I wasn't quite as bruised, when we finished, though I still couldn't deny the relief I felt when Wynne healed me.When I looked around at supper, I noted that my tent had again been set up for me, still with that forward cant that indicated the identity of my benefactor. I sighed. I knew I should have confronted him, but I just didn't want to talk. My first thought was she might damagemy new sexy clothes! Then I realized I didn't care.This was fun!I began eating her, the way I used to eat my ex-wife. She'd alwaysloved it, always said I was born to eat pussy, back when I was astraight male.Now, a few years later, I know that wasn't true.Not a straight male at all.A very sexual feminine creature. A special woman, who loves cock andcum and being fucked by men. But also, I realized then and there, aspecial woman who enjoyed genetic women. I mentioned before that Veronica came across as Irish. I am Irish. It seemed a reasonable way to get her out of the old dives. Sure enough, when I came through the door, she had three guys draped all over her. I sang the line, "You can call me anything you like, but my name is Veronica."Roni's head jerked around. At first, she could not spot me, but my height gave me away. She said, "Oh my God. Jo, I heard you looked different, but I had no idea. Guys, this is Jo Richards."This was an Irish.