Ashley stopped her flighty dance and turned to look at her wicked lover.<strong>"Soldiers?"</strong>narrowing her eyes she stared at Slate, seeing the honest clarity in his eyes, she hissed,<strong> "And now you speak of soldiers?"</strong>Rushing towards her clothing she threw on her gown and pulled on her pantaloons.  That she looked as though she had already been through a battle, never crossed her mind.<br/><br/><strong>"You are still bleeding as well."</strong>Quickly she tore a piece of her petticoat and kneeling before him, padded the injury then bound it tightly.  Then, leaning forward, she kissed him lightly upon his still hard shaft just to see it jerk once again.  Frowning, she added,<strong>"What manner of people are we to couple so?"</strong><br/><br/>Not waiting for his answer, she drug his pants, still wrapped around his thick ankles, up to his waist and standing, remarked,<strong>"Soon as you finish dressing, I think you are right we should be off to Avonleigh."</strong>