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Rebel 022 (Old Bill) (MF hist)

Madam Bonnet

	Most people seem to think that young Lafayette was the first 
Frenchman to come over and serve the American cause.  He might 
have been the richest and pehaps the youngest and surely the best 
known, but he was not the first.  I met a man called Bonnet, Bo-nay 
he called it, at least a year before I saw Lafayette.  He went to war 
in style, followed by two wagons, one with his food, cook and 
dinner table and the other for his wife, their clothes and her maid.  I 
had both of them.  The maid was better in some ways, more my 
style, but Madam Bonnet was very good if somewhat intimidating; 
that new phrase "off-putting" might be a better term; you decide.

	I had been flirting with the maid for some time as we moved 
northwest.  She was called Nan and was small and well rounded 
with blonde ringlets that almost reached her waist when she pulled 
out her combs.  Her mistress, the svelte Nicole, piled her light brown 
hair high on her head in the mornings and squeezed herself into 
stylish dresses even out in the wilds of both New York and New 
Jersey.  She was a pretty thing, slim and graceful, and she always 
wore jewels or golden baubles on her ears and around her long 
neck and thin wrists.

	While her husband was off designing another fort for 
Washington's army to dig, I caught Madam alone in her big tent, 
asked where I might find her maid, and was stopped with a hand on 
my arm.

	"What business have you with my girl?" she asked in almost 
unaccented English, her other hand flat between her small, upright 
breasts.

	"None yet," I said with a smile, "but I intend to have some."

	"How gallant," she said.  "Since she's not here, you can assist 
me."  She turned and said, "Hook me up."

	The back of her shiny dress lay open over her lacy shift and 
boned stays.  I did the hooks quickly, and she turned and gave me a 
deep curtsey that displayed her fine, upraised boobies which stood 
half out of her tight-fitting gown.  "Thank you, m'seur," she said 
with a smile.  "Perhaps later, you might return for a visit since I am 
quite alone these days and in dire need of the comfort and 
companionship."

	That was as blunt an invitation as I was likely to hear so I just 
nodded and escaped, confused I suppose and wondering if she 
meant what I hoped she did.  I found her maid in the midst of a 
group of loitering men, tossing her curls, laughing and enjoying their 
attention, and went about my chores.  At nightfall, I returned to the 
fancy tent and met Nan who only had a few words of English 
including several vile phrases the soldiers had taught her in jest.  She 
bowed me in as if she had been expecting me and went on her way, 
humming a tune, her wide hips rolling right and left.

	Nicole was sitting in a chair with a sloping back, still in the same 
light-colored dress I had helped to fasten.  She was drinking wine 
from a small glass and offered me some.  It tasted odd, the yellowish 
stuff, like licorice, but I drank it.  Then she doused her lamp and 
said, "Undress me, if you please."

	The process took longer than it should have since we paused 
along the way to kiss and fondle each other now and then, but 
when I finally got her bare, my hands found a velvet smooth skin, 
lightly furred and yielding between her long legs.  I explored most 
of it.  She was ready, moist, panting and eager, by the time I got out 
of my britches, into her arms and between her thighs.  The bed the 
Frenchman had brought with him was substantial, but barely long 
enough for my body.  She squirmed, squealed and thrashed about 
under me, beating on me with her tiny fists, but I had my way and 
enjoyed myself as best I could with such an uncooperative woman 
who kept trying to push me off long before I has half done with her.

	When we finished and lay gasping beside each other, she said, 
"You must find me a man, a much smaller man.  You are a bull.  Too 
much.  Too much.  I am torn, yes?"

	I kissed her nose and petted her raised hip.  "I'm sorry," I said.  
"I know several nice boys, drummer boys, who will be happy to 
serve you."

	She smiled up at me.  "Good, good," she breathed.  She turned 
her back to me, and I slid closer, adopted the spoon position, horn 
outstretched.  "Oh," she said, sucking in her breath as I entered her 
again.  "That's better, but still, ah, right there, yes, more there.  
Move it about."  Her body shook in my hands, and that went on for 
some time.  When we lay prone, recovering, she said again, "Please, 
find me a man more my size.  The colonel, when he does not drink 
too much, is welcome, but I need a younger man, more petite, see 
vou play."

	I promised her I would do my best, kissed her shoulder and 
departed to my own bedroll, unsatisfied.  I found George the next 
day and told him of the lady's plight.  He was a much more average-
sized soldier, perhaps five-foot-six and ten or eleven stone, and, I 
assumed, proportionally scaled in his parts.  It did not take much to 
persuade him to rid himself up and do his duty with the French lady 
so I took him to her tent and introduced him later that morning after 
making sure that her husband was still far afield and my friend was 
reasonably clean.  The maid and I found a shady place and got to 
know each other much better.  I suspect that by then, she knew 
most of the men in our company.  She was inventive, athletic and 
tireless even if oft plowed.

	By noon George was back, smiling and very pleased with 
himself.  "The lady had nothing but praise for my efforts," he told 
me.  "What did you do to her?  She was full of complaints about 
you."

	"She needed a boy," I told him, "and I am a man."

	He hit me a good shot in the belly, and we laughed together 
while I wondered if there was not some way I could get back 
between the slim woman's legs and horse her properly.  Nan, I 
discovered, had been charging most of the men a shilling or two for 
her favors, but money never came up in our many quick couplings.  
She was well practiced, long tongued and eager to please.

	As the army moved once more, abandoning the hard-dug 
forts to the enemy without a fight since Howe threatened to 
outflank us on the river, Colonel Bonnet returned to his lady and his 
linen table cloths and fine wines.  I heard them occasionally when I 
stood guard duty at night, a distracting litany to an aching soldier, 
endless grunts and happy squeals in the dark.

	When I saw the colonel and some of the other engineers ride 
off, I made straight for the Frenchman's burdened wagons and 
oversized tent. I got there just in time to see George and plump Nan 
strolling off, hand in hand.  Nicole pouted very nicely when I told 
her that the man I had sent her was not available. I offered myself as 
a poor substitute.

	"Oh no, no no," she said with a strained laugh.  "I was sore as 
a boil and bruised severely."

	"I' m sure we can find a way," I said, playing with the strings of 
her stays where they dangled between her mounded globes.  All 
her tight-fitting sacque dresses seemed to push her breasts together 
and well up toward her dainty chin.

	She slapped my hand and shook her head. "Find me another 
boy," she demanded, stamping her foot in mock anger and jiggling 
her upper storey.

	"I will," I said, "but you must pay for my services."

	"Not unless you rein in that fierce thing," she said with a grin 
and a gesture at my swelling groin.  "Or cut it in half."

	"Let me show you a way," I said, pushing her toward the bed.  
I sat, pulled one of her down pillow into my lap and her eyes 
widened.  "You see," I said proudly, "with this pillow between us 
you'll only have to serve half my demands."	

	I pulled her closer and tossed up the hem of her embroidered 
skirt and silken shift.  She put her knees on the bed and sat on my 
thighs, and then she raised up to accept my rearing yard, biting her 
lower lip as it slid into her juicy quim.  She lowered herself so the 
pillow was squarely between our bellies.  I clamped my hands in the 
small of her back, pulled her to me as best I could and went to work.  
She was soon in a frenzy, heaving about on my lap and squealing 
with joy, spraying spittle in my hair and beating on me with her small 
fists, rearing up and down until she came repeatedly.

	 I stood and she wrapped her legs about me, keeping the 
pillow securely between us as I backed to the wall and then slid 
down to my knees.  We both groaned with pleasure until we could 
hump no more, emptied.  I helped her to her feet, brushed off her 
wrinkled dress, and kissed her gently.  She was trembling and held 
the mashed pillow in her hands.

	"What have we done?" she whispered.  "What have we done?"

	"Proven a point," I said.

	"Oh my," she said.  "How could we?"

	I lifted her chin and kissed her.

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