16
“Jean gull, come on we’ve got work to do.” Jean woke up back in her tent to hear the cook calling her name. It wasn’t even light yet.
“She’ll be there in a moment,” Steve-e-Joe called back. Then in a low tone, he whispered to Jean, “I don’t know why he’s in such a hurry, we aren’t moving on today.”
“We’re not?” Jean asked, groggily.
“No, we’re not. We move on tomorrow.” He rolled over on his side and kissed her. “You were great last night.”
“I was?”
“They swear they’ve never met a girl like you before; they reckon you’re the best soldier’s wife ever.”
Jean sat up sharply. “Why, what did I do?”
“Well, you drove us all mad for you with your little moans and purring sounds when we were only feeling you. We all took you in turns the first time and when you got on your knees for the
