He can only stare at her longingly, his breathing heavier, as he watches her, and she tries to maintain some sort of confidence that isnt real. The on...y guy shes ever lapdanced for before, is John. And now, here she is, on his lap, pushing her breasts into his chest, as she blows softly over his left earlobe, and into his ear. She can hear him breathing onto her face, he is being a gentleman and not touching her, knowing she could grab the Bouncer at any moment if he did. She wants so. Caroline's head on my shoulder, with my arm around her waist; John-Jarvis either sleeping peacefully in the swaying hammock rigged up in the carriage, or being dandled on one of his nursemaids knees, gurgling and chortling with pleasure. Other times, with the Tenth Earl of Hungerford snorting in his sleep as he rocked gently in his hammock, the girls would talk quietly together or play cat's cradle with a skein of wool. At these times Caroline would order the girls to close their eyes, 'and. " She stopped at a traffic light, gently stroking his knee. She smirked. "Shit, I have to admit son. I've missed, having you around too." The traffic light turned green, she moved her hand away. He's glad she did, he hasn't had sex in a while, her soft touch aroused him, in the wrong way. She pulled into a center turning lane, he looked around for the restaurant she's supposed to be driving to, the only thing he sees is a Red Roof Inn hotel. She pressed on the accelerator, crossing the street.. "We'd like a few Brits who can still talk when we receive them. No dead or dying bodies, please, or people missing important parts of their anatomy. And we'd prefer officers, if possible. Don't bother with Tories. We've found they are useless as prisoners since they're all convinced we are going to draw and quarter 'em as soon as the French turn their backs. The Redcoats, on the other hand, have a long, honest and reasonable fear of what the French will do to captives. Understand?"I nodded, and.