Chapter Ten
Frenchie awoke to a breakfast tray of coffee and a full English. “You make me fat!” she complained delighted. “So it won’t only be my arse. Thick thighs and bloated belly. You like the fat cow? Oui?”
Jones sat on the bed. “I would prefer the bulges as they are my sweet Francais. But I dare say I could like you very much any which way.”
“Anyway that was the last night in a comfy bed. Your troop arrives today and our intensive training begins. You on both sides. Learning and teaching.”
“You know this breakfast is superb, but the sausage is so small. I need a bigger sausage than that.”
“You need a bigger sausage? Than that one.”
“Hmm. Any ideas? Know where I can get a bigger sausage?”
“I might have one in my pocket.”
“What? A hot sausage in your pocket?”
“Want to feel it?
