11-21-2021, 02:54 AM
At the batting of her lashes, the tips of Bert's moustache twitched, forcing his lips into a smile. He couldn't help it, she seemed to have an effect on him. When she was around, he found himself focused on her and when she was not, his thoughts still drifted to her. This persistence hadn't been there with his last woman; back then the persistence had been all his, following her to Whitby, finding her lodgings, dodging the lobbed contents of a piss pot..
"So, at this new job, are ye gettin' yer own horse like a lady of means?" he asked mischievously.
"So, at this new job, are ye gettin' yer own horse like a lady of means?" he asked mischievously.
When constabulary duty's to be done...