Reg helped her over and she sat down in relief.“Shall I leave you to dry yourself, Prudence?”“If you don’t mind, Reg ... thanks.”“I never ...ot around to asking, ‘how’s the head?’”“Thumping a bit, but not too badly, Reg. Being sick was much worse, and my stomach still feels sore from retching. Any chance of a hot drink with honey in it?”“Great idea. Hot lemon, with two teaspoons of honey dissolved in it?”“Sounds good. It will soothe my throat, and help my tummy too, I hope.”“Right. Hot drink. All very different from the brick built facilities of RAF Halton, and in fact what impelled me to start smoking were the field latrines.When I say 'latrines' I am not referring to pits dug deep into the ground to collect effluent but a canvas and hessian shrouded line of thunder boxes.When seated at ones devotions, grunting and straining, squadrons of bluebottles would buzz around your head; acrid clouds of tobacco smoke were the only half-decent remedy to keep them away from private. I didn’t have anything to compare it to. Still prefer you, though...”Tamara brought his hand to her lips and kissed it, then walked quietly a time.He spoke up again, “so ... you and Hannigan, then?”She smiled, “yes. We have. It’s been a hard time together, been a lot of fear and loneliness for both of us. He’s a good man, and we’ve enjoyed making each other feel good. We’re lucky to have him with us.”“I like him, I figured you were with him like that. I guess it makes sense ... he is pretty hot. Her heart rate rose and her breathing caught in her chest. Closing her eyes for just a moment, she decided to do it. It was the path of least resistance. She couldn’t stand on the doorstep all night. “Promise me you’ll let me in. Straight away.” “I promise,” Kendra said, winking. Glancing around again, Elaine sighed. The coast was clear. Taking a deep breath, she said, “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” “Nor can I!” squealed Chelsea with a mouthful of pizza. In a flash.