"Look at all those soldiers coming our way. Have you ever seen so many luscious looking men in one place in your whole life?"

Sarah Milton shot a glance at the men and her friend Ellen Marks. Unimpressed because she saw them so often, she went back to examining the exotic silk scarves she'd found in a vendor's booth. She'd never felt such soft, finely woven fabric.

"Ellen, you'd think you were surrounded by luscious-looking men if you were in the lock-up with the worst of criminals surrounding you."

"Oh, come on. I ain't that bad," Ellen retorted. "Well, am I?" she prodded.

Unable to even come close to the asking price for the scarf, Sarah tossed it back on the cart with the others and took Ellen's arm. "Let's just say you're a woman who likes their finer points," she said with a laugh, leading her on so they could see the next vendor's wares.

"Finer points." Ellen laughed. "It's their big stiff rods that interest me. I'll be sad when they've all gone." She contemplated her friend. "And you act like you ain't interested in them at all, Sarah. You and me are eighteen years old, and I know I couldn't ignore 'em that way."

"Me? Ignore them? Never. But I see so many soldiers at the farm buying our grain and vegetables."

"And none of them get under your skirts?"

Sarah grinned. "I didn't say that." Ellen laughed. "On the other hand," Sarah added quickly, "there's not one I'll miss when the last of them are ordered to go home."

"You cut me to the quick," a soldier, who had heard her declaration, said. He had sneaked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her far enough to cup her breasts with his hands.

Startled, she cried out as Ellen laughed at them. He tried to nuzzle Sarah's neck, but the cheek guards on his helmet got in the way. When he raised a hand to take it off, she twisted out of his arms and spun around to face him.

"I'll be most happy to see you leave, Glarus," Sarah said with a laugh. "When you are sent to our farm to pick up goods for the post, you eat more fruit and vegetables as you work than you load on the post wagons. We'll have a good deal more to sell when we've seen your back for the last time."

"And have you nothing to offer me to eat today." His helmet now in his hand, he reached out to hold the back of her neck and kissed her soundly.

Ending the kiss, he noticed Ellen watching them with interest. He suddenly released Sarah and turned to her. "Or perhaps I should dine on this wench and save you for dessert."

He dropped his helmet and lifted Ellen into the air with a hand under each armpit. She squealed as he nuzzled his face between her large breasts. She squealed with delight.