Yes - he deserves it (and it would be fun)!

"Captain Simmons, listen to me," Alice says firmly. Taking his arm firmly, she steers him into the shade of a copse of elm trees a bit farther from the parsonage, so they can talk in private. As they get out of sight of the parsonage itself, she turns back to him. "You really must listen. I know that you are a man of the world - you must be, to have attained your position. And I know that you may not wish to be seen as presumptuous or even crass, to use a bond girl not your own. But even you know that you must need occasional relief from the strains of your job - that's just Science." She feels slightly proud of that argument, it's a good one. She continues: "Deborah would be perfect for such a purpose. She's very little used in her current position - just does a bit of cleaning. But I've been making sure that she stays in shape for such duties, as it's required of any bond girl to assist those who make her survival possible. And, after all, the Army is making our entire survival as a nation possible. I am sure you would like her: she's skinny but pretty. Blond hair, blue eyes, very submissive. You needn't adopt her or anything! Just imagine what an afternoon visit from her could do for you, though."

"Miss Foxhaven, I - I confess I find your offer tempting," Simmons whispers, gazing down at her and looking slightly stricken. "But I - I do not wish to force any young woman's attentions, or take advantage of someone's station."

Alice shakes her head. "Silly young man. You're not forcing anyone's attentions!" She leans in close to him. "I wish to help you, and that desire is of my own free will. Deborah's service comes from that desire, nothing else." She smiles up at him. After a moment, Simmons swallows and nods slowly.

"Very - very well," he says hoarsely. "Perhaps we could find a time - discreetly - to -"

"Of course!" Alice exclaims. "It will be our secret. Just leave everything to me..." She pats his shoulder.

As she pulls back from him, she notices a strange bulge in the front of Simmons's dress trousers. At first she can't imagine what it is that's caused this, then the obvious answer flashes into her mind and sends a wave of heat through her body, flushing her cheeks. Has she had this effect on him? Is it the idea of letting him use Deborah? How close she's gotten? Whatever it is, it would be deliciously tempting to torment the man further...and surely no one will spot them here among the elms...