[color=tan]"Samuel and Elizabeth live in South Boston ... If you find a way to help them…yes, I'll help you. Just please save my brother and his wife."[/color]

"I will, I promise you, Keziah," William said without hesitation, despite having absolutely no idea how he was going to make that happen.  This had been a dangerous time for anyone sneaking about the countryside, but it would be even more dangerous for him as he didn't know the area any more than he had researched during his education.

When he returned from having arranged a [i]private night with his wife[/i], William smiled and chuckled when Keziah said, [color=tan]"We're not doing [i]that[/i]..."[/color]

"Of course not," he told her, despite wanting so very badly to do [i]that[/i] with the beauty.  William had yearned for Keziah from the first moment he'd felt her fingers upon his flesh, tending to his wounds.  But, as she'd stressed, it wasn't [i]proper.[/i]  She bared his top half, and soon they were in bed, with William pulling the young widow close to him.  Keziah had told him about her now gone husband, and -- though she didn't know it -- Samuel had told William a little more about her most recent [i]intended[/i] who also was no longer in her life.  William wondered when the last time was that Keziah had [i]been[/i] with a man in that [i]not proper[/i] way.  Did [i]Good women[/i], as he had called her, sometimes find a man to fulfill their animalistic needs in this day and age?  He doubted it very much.  If he leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers, would she respond by pulling him hard to her and telling him [i]Proper or not, I want you inside me?[/i]  William doubted that as well.

Instead, he listened to her talk of her life as he held her tight to his side, one arm behind her neck, the hand of the other clutching Keziah's arm that was laid across his chest.  He began to realize that she was exhausted when her words began to fail her.  He'd been peeking inconspicuously toward the window occasionally for [i]Peeping Toms[/i] without any results, and then suddenly there was indeed a face at the glass.  Without seeming to notice the Guard, William rolled until he was hovering over Keziah.

"We're being watched, so ... time to pretend to be husband and wife," he said.  He leaned down closer to her, almost until their lips met, and shifted his elbow to make it appear as if his arm was in places where only an 18th century husband should touch his wife.  He whispered, "I'm going to turn the lamp down ... remove my trousers ... and come back to bed."  He smiled, adding, "Don't worry ... we're not doing [i]that.[/i]"

He leaned closer yet again, to kiss her on the cheek -- soft but unhurried -- then rose from the bed to begin removing his trousers. William had arrived in the 18th century wearing a Hessian uniform for authenticity at the reenactment, but he'd always been a practical man so underneath it he was wearing  [url=http://thechronicleherald.ca/sites/default/files/imagecache/ch_article_main_image/articles/briefs.jpg]a pair of modern underwear that did nothing to hide the erection that was forming within it.[/url] Once his Militia uniform trousers were on the ground, William took a step back, rapped a fist on the window frame, and growled, "[i]Git![/i]".  There was laughter beyond the wall, which faded as not one but two Guards departed.  William reached to turn the lamp down until it was barely lit at all, then made his way back to stand over the bed.

"Are you ready [i]not[/i] to make love with your hero husband before he goes off to fight the dreaded Redcoats..." he said, trying to make light of the situation but fearing that he'd only embarrassed Keziah.  He finished his question with, "[i]Missus[/i] William Kutcher?"