Chapter Twelve
“I heard you were summoned,” Harry mentioned reading the daily. “Which crime were you up for? Breaking that Lieutenant’s nose? Shooting Adams? Swimming naked with the ratings? Or something perhaps I don’t even know about?”
“Pep talk. Sorry to disappoint.”
“I’m not disappointed. I am happy for you. The camp commander sees sense.”
“Do I purposely show my body off? Honest answer.”
“I wouldn’t say purposely.”
“So I do?”
“Let’s say you keep the soldiers smiling. They are always happy to see you on parade.”
“You think it’s funny don’t you?”
“I think making an issue of it is pointless. You have a complimentary pair of protrusions that any woman would be chuffed to bits to have, and many men are more than happy to ogle on parade. Call them boredom breakers or c**k raisers.
