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More trouble for Jane when she meets her officer.
Chapter 12

Jane settled in well at Madlington. She quite liked the posting and was driving one of the new Ford Zephyrs on a trip back from RAF Coltishall. Her solitary passenger, an air traffic control Flying Officer, sat next to her and it unnerved her a little because it was usual for officers to sit in the back. He became friendly and chatty towards her and insisted they spoke on first name terms, but she found it awkward calling him Malcolm and frequently reverted to calling him sir, causing him some amusement. They pulled up outside the officers' mess. She clicked the door open and was about to get out to open the other door for him.

         He put his hand on her sleeve. "No, Jane, don't get out, I can manage."

         She smiled but looked down at his hand on her arm as she pulled the car door shut again.

         "Look, Jane, we've got on so well it would be such a shame for me to just walk off. I'm not eating in the mess tonight. I was thinking of going into Lincoln. There's a wonderful Greek restaurant I sometimes use, and I'd love you to join me there for dinner."

         Jane was stunned and thrilled at the prospect of a date with him, not just because she found him attractive, but because she was flattered an officer had taken an interest in her. "But, what if..." she paused. "Won't you get into trouble?"

         He took one of the restaurant's cards from his wallet and gave it to her. "It's not far from the railway station. Just go into Lincoln and then get a taxi. I'll see you in the lounge bar at about eight o'clock. Don't let me down now, Jane." He got out of the car and grinned as he walked off to the mess.

         Jane sat watching until he was out of sight, still trying to take it all in. She slapped a hand on her thigh. "Bingo," she said and gave a laugh before driving off.

         The evening was a great success and Jane felt more relaxed now they were out of uniform. They got a taxi back to camp and Malcolm walked her to a garden area at the back of the officer's mess. It was a secluded area and they were almost unnoticeable amongst the shrubbery. She was at ease with the situation, realising they must remain out of sight. If someone recognised her as a Women's RAF driver he would surely get into trouble. She was waiting and anticipating some amorous caressing with him.

         "Do you fancy a drink?" he asked.

         "Where can we get a drink at this time of night?"

         "We'll go inside."

         "What! I can't go in there. If the MT officer sees me in there, he'll go crazy."

         "No, you silly girl." He gave a short laugh before continuing. "See that fire exit, well my room is just the other side down the corridor a little. I'll go in and make sure the coast is clear, then I'll let you in."

         "I don't know, Malcolm, what if I get caught?"

         "You won't get caught, trust me. I'll see you in a couple of minutes."

         "No, I can't."

         "Don't be such a scaredy-cat. Haven't you had a good time tonight? Or have you just gone off me?"

         "It's not that." She looked at the fire exit and then quickly looked away again as if there were something hideous there. "I'm a bit nervous, Malcolm. I'm frightened of getting caught."

         "You won't get caught, come here." She dropped into his arms as he gave her an affectionate kiss before easing away again. "Wait here, I'll be no more than three minutes." Without giving her a chance to protest any further he hurried off to the mess entrance.

         Jane stood rigid on the spot, imagining moving shapes in the bushes and hearing noises, but it was not long before the fire exit door swung open. Malcolm looked out and beckoned her over. "Hurry up then," he called softly. She hurried over and took hold of his hand as he led her along the passage and into his room. He quietly closed the door behind them. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He leaned her against the door and began to kiss her, but soon moved away. "Bloody hell you're trembling. Is it anticipation or are you still scared?"

         "Malcolm, I'm bloody petrified we'll get caught." She smiled at him. "But I'm excited too, very excited."

         "Shall we skip the drinks then and get into bed?"

         "Malcolm, this is our first night together. I'm not sure we should…"

         "The first night of many I'm sure. If you'll allow me to carry on seeing you, I'll be the happiest man on Earth." He kissed her for a moment and then smiled as if delighted with her response. "I knew right away when I got into the car this afternoon that there was something special about you. You're a wonderful girl, Jane. I could love you, I could love you very dearly if only you would allow me to." He gave a large sigh. "Do we forget the drinks for now then?"

Jane laughed and threw her arms around him. "Sod the drinks," she said.

         This was the first time she had made love since Cyprus and their lovemaking was wild and passionate, but they were disturbed by a knock on the door causing Jane to become rigid, like a statue.

         "Keep the noise down in there, Malcolm, old boy, or everyone will be wanting a go."

         Malcolm laughed as he looked at the worried look on Jane’s face. "Don't worry, we'll just have to be a little quieter." He kissed her and kissed her again, and then on the third kiss the statue had gone and her passion returned.

* * * * *

         Three weeks and many nights of passion later, Jane met Malcolm in Lincoln on Saturday afternoon for a surprise he said he had for her. She saw him approaching and rushed to his arms, eager to learn just what the surprise was. He kissed her and then linked her arm as he walked off with her towards a row of high-class shops.

         “Where are we going?” She asked excitedly, a huge grin beaming from her face.

         “The dress hire shop. We’ll hire the best gown and most expensive jewellery we can. I want to escort the smartest, best-looking lady at the ball.”

         Jane gave short a giggle. “The ball. And what ball would that be, Malcolm?”

         “The ball in the Officer’s mess over at RAF Coltishall. I’ve been invited, and I’ve decided to take you with me.”

         Jane stopped walking as the smile dropped from her face. “We can’t. You keep asking me to take risks, but we can’t go to a ball at an officer’s mess.“ She pulled her arm away from his and blew a large sigh. “We’ll get caught, I know we will.”

         “Don’t be silly. No one knows you there, and you look and behave as well as any officer’s wife. Better than some, in fact.”

         “If anyone finds out I’m a WRAF driver, we’ll both be for it.”

         “Well, don’t let them find out. If anyone asks, just say you’re a civi’, working in Newark.” He took hold of her hand and grinned. “Of course, if you’d rather I took someone else.”

         She looked across to the store and the expensive cocktail dresses displayed in the window. Malcolm was still grinning when she looked back at him. “You like to live dangerously, don’t you?” A slight smile lightened her face. “What the heck. At least I can try some dresses on.”

* * * * *

         Jane felt proud as she walked into the officer's mess linked on Malcolm's arm. They looked well suited and she looked the perfect officer's lady in the expensive evening dress and hired jewellery. The other ladies instantly accepted her and when Malcolm left her for a while and had a drink with some of his friends, she felt settled and relaxed, chatting with the ladies as if they were old friends. She imagined herself as an officer's wife, thinking of the possibilities of being married to someone as good-looking and charming as Malcolm.

         She felt a sudden apprehension as she looked over towards him and his friends. They all seemed to be looking at her and laughing. She looked away and then looked back, but they were talking normally and she wondered if she had imagined it.

         Malcolm walked over and asked her to dance with him. The dancing school of her youth done her proud and her ballroom dancing was as good as any of the other ladies. After the third dance, Malcolm was in need of a rest.

         "You've quite worn me out, Jane, let's sit down and have a drink." They walked across to a table at the side of the ballroom. Malcolm called out to a steward for some glasses of champagne from his tray, before sitting down with her. "Well, have you enjoyed yourself?" he asked.

         "It's been really wonderful, but it always is when we're together. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I love spending time with you."

         Malcolm laughed. "Shall we leave early and get back to camp."

         Jane looked at him but then gave a laugh. "What are you talking about? I’m having a ball,” she said and gave a laugh at the pun.

         "If that dress is not hanging from my wardrobe door before midnight, you’ll turn back into a WRAF driver."

         Jane looked about and gave a push on his arm. "Shhh, you fool, someone might hear you."

         “We’d best go then, or I might slip up.”

         She laughed at him before finishing off her drink. “Let’s go then. But I’m not sneaking into your room tonight,” she whispered.

         Malcolm nodded his head and stood up. “We'll see about that.”

         They arrived back at Madlington and Jane was eager for a session of love in Malcolm’s room. This was her sixth visit and the risk of discovery seemed to have disappeared. As soon as she was in his room, she flung her arms around him and kissed him with a passion that had been simmering in her in the taxi all the way back from the ball. She was full of a desire to make love with him and hurriedly began to unbutton her gown as he slid off his tie. There was a knock on the door and Jane gave a look of panic.

         “It’s okay Jane. It’s only the steward from the bar, I ordered us some wine.” Malcolm opened the door slightly and looked at the steward, but he had no wine. The steward stepped to the side and the duty officer, Wing Commander, Bexley-Smith, barged into the room and stared over at Jane.

         “You’re for it girl,” he yelled. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

         “You can’t shout at her like that, sir, she’s a civilian.”

         “Oh, is she now? One of yours I think, Madeline.”

         Jane was horrified as the WRAF administration officer followed him into the room. ”SACW, Dale. I would have thought better of you than this. Get out now, and wait for me over at the WRAF block.” Jane hurried from the room and started along the passage. “Not that way, Dale. Sneak out the back entrance, the way you crawled in. You disgust me, Dale.”

         Jane turned and hurried out the fire exit like a scolded child, shaking, feeling ashamed, and full of dread that this could be the end of her time in the service. However, to protect the honour of the mess, the matter was hushed up and she was hastily posted off the camp. Her depression was intense, knowing Malcolm was still at the base, and he made no attempt to contact her. Worst of all, before she left, the WRAF officer told her that her Corporal's examination had been cancelled and she should not waste her time re-applying.

 Jane Prudesworthy. Ch 13.  (18+)
Meeting at Uxbridge
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