THIRTY-EIGHT
‘When you said you’d take me down ‘ere, I was rather expecting it to be more frivolous,’ Della said, looking up into Jonas’s eyes, concerned for him as he had been shot in his thigh and arm, which she was thinking might impair his bedroom performance, and she was right royally pissed off about that. Jonas looked back at Della and wondered what on earth he had gotten himself into? Della appeared unfazed by the men and their machine guns, and seemed more worried about his wounds, which comforted him somewhat (the crazy fool).
She appeared also to be even more concerned about cuddling Seb, and reassuring him. ‘S’alright Seb luv, the cavalry’ll be ‘ere in a minute.’
‘I wouldn’t be so sure of that,’ a Pompey shirted thug said. He was a moderately intelligent and serious looking
