Krista froze. All kind of panic hammered her brain.
“How do you like my home?” the man asked seeing her awake.
“Yours?” she asked stupidly, the blanket of sleep not yet discarded.
“Yes. Mine. I fought the Germans and I come home to find a surprisingly attractive young blonde curled up before my fire, the electric light ablaze. What’s your name? Goldilocks?”
“I’m sorry. I was told by a coal merchant that this farm was abandoned, and that I might find shelter here.” Krista pushed herself up, consciously letting the blanket fall to partially reveal the white cushion of a breast.
“That is a dangerous trick to play on someone who has been in the ranks for several months with no comfort from a woman.”
Covering herself the girl apologised. “I’m sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to...
