“You were close by,” she said. “I decided to walk. It reminded me of the times I was with you.”Hotene was jumping up and down impatiently. “...how us! Show us!”“Shhh.” Zuri said. “She’s sleeping.”“Here.” Mother lowered herself into a crouch. The children clustered close around the baby she cradled in her arms, cooing at her cute broad nose, curly dark hair and glossy brown skin. “Her name is Kirra,” she said softly. “She’s Barrinean Australid.”“She’s beautiful,” Hotene whispered, extending her. ” said Hope. She sat forward, and yanked her t-shirt over her head. Damn, I thought, she fills out a bra nicely. She had nice grapefruit-sized round titties, just like mine. We got cool boobs, I had time to think.“Ladies...” he started, as I yanked my own shirt over my head. I immediately unsnapped my bra, and threw it in the floor. I could feel his eyes on my tits. We’re in, I thought.“Ladies, I still don’t think this is a good idea,” he was still protesting, but I thought he sounded a little. Radakim returned back to the notes on the chalkboard while the girl, newly named Ryn, shifted around restlessly in her seat, seemingly looking for something. It was then Deryck noticed a book lying near his feet. Bending down he picked up a rather worn edition of Wuthering Heights. Well, she must either have gotten this really cheap or this isn’t her first time reading the book, he mused. Tapping her desk gently with his pen to get her attention, she practically jumped out of her seat all. "Every army's got a bunch of women, sometimes children, traipsing along after them. We've got a couple a'dozen. British usually have more'n we do, but both army's pretty much the same." You mean whores?" Mercy asked."No," Captain Foster said with a grunt at her directness. "most are wives or friends, mistresses perhaps, some do washing and cooking. There's a few doxies, drabs mostly. Some lie with the men when they're asked, maybe most do. A few may do it for money. I'm not sure. I think they.