“Indeed miss,” I agreed. “The workhouse perhaps, I cannot feed useless mouths,” she said, “You may as well take her now.”
“But where are her clothes!” I asked. Xxnx The Sergeant’s Major had first poke “Ten pokes only, covers on!” Major Foulkes ordered, and after the ten he said, “Ten, was that he?” and she said, “No!”
There were some old hands and I think I was seventeenth in order of seniority and I took my turn, nervously I admit and yet as I slid within she said instantly, “It is he!”
“Noted,” said Major Foulkes, “Next.”
“But sir!” I said, “She acknowledged me!”
“She may be mistaken!” he said, “Carry on.”
I watched as soldier after soldier despoiled my beautiful Camilla until at length all were done. “He got a tart in there!” he said. “Open your bloody mouth please Miss!” I asked,
“Mmm!” she snapped.
