Jean thought about his offer as his hand somehow found its way under her blouse and began fondling her bare breasts. “You want both of us to work for you?” she asked him excitedly.
“I want to be your protector just like Sergeant Brown. And back home in Wales, we play a game much like the ‘King’s Messenger’ but it’s not for Lords and Ladies. It’s more for the men of the valleys and a farm girl. It’s called ‘Salmon Jumping’: the woman doesn’t change horses, she changes fish. Your husband can pick the fish and how many.” He kissed her again before she could speak. “Sergeant Morris was right about your lovely, firm tits.”
Jean didn’t know what to make of the situation; she didn’t like him talking about Morris but he kept on so she had to put up with it. She blushed at the thought of the Capt
