While he did that, I visited the local and had a bitter pint of beer."See ye've got some extra muskets there," a big, bulky man said as he came to sta...d beside me."Where'd they come from? Royal issue ain't they?" asked another large man who was suddenly on my other side."Who wants to know?" I asked, glad I was wearing my heavy belt and big bayonet."Cap'n Fredericks, local militia," said the big man."That you?" I asked him, taking in his farmer's clothes, frayed jacket and broken boots, his. Then she pulled the sheet up over them to their waists as she lay down next to him in his arms again. Charles took a deep breath and groaned contentedly. He stretched his legs out, pulling the sheet down just over his hips. Goddamn…you are such a fucking sexy man… He looked at her and smiled sexily. ‘Mmmm… You can play with my sexy ass any time you want, pretty lady!’ Then he chuckled and asked jokingly, ‘So…was it as good for you as it was for me?’ He looked at her in surprise when she. “Put this mask on too, from now on you are called, hmm…Maximus! Now do everything I tell you to when I come back.” Friends and a mask? I had really hit the jackpot here I thought for myself and started untying my shoes. The mask was like an ancient roman helmet but had a special cover which gave cover around the eyes. It was a made of a shiny light weight metal and had red fabric sticking up on top of the head like the romans had. I undressed and managed to get my mask on just as I saw Sybil. He was muttering something to the soldiers beside him, his eyes never leaving her. She wished she knew what he was saying to his comrades. Sallie kept her eyes forward, glaring at herself in the mirror, constantly reminding herself that no one as godly as this immense soldier would ever consider her existence. He was clearly admired, treated like a king amongst his fellow soldiers. Why would he spend his time with a little individual such as herself? None of the soldiers gave her much.