“That sounds like a good deal. You need a day of rest baby, you shouldn’t be working so hard.” He takes a bite of his fried rice and shakes his ...ead, “Needs soy sauce.” He gets up and goes to the fridge, grabbing the soy sauce and the pot sticker sauce. “Those deli ladies don’t give you the sauce you ask for.” He chuckles and sits down. “We should have a lazy together.” He suggests. “But don’t you have to work tomorrow?” Melody asks, with a pots sticker in her cheek. “No. I have a day off. “It’s okay,” she said softly, as a warm wind blew across us. “Most of the time I believe in ‘you can look but don’t touch.’ But today, I don’t.” She started to grind in a little circle on my hand, and I pushed with my finger a little harder. This time, I was sure of the little moan that escaped her mouth. I was definitely not imagining it, any more than I was imagining I could feel her lips parting a little, even through her shorts. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly, and then didn’t say anything else.. ’ ‘Yes, I’m sure. I find you fascinating and I’m just amazed that some woman hasn’t snagged you yet. You are quite something, Bill Orton … and yes, I’m very sure.’ He moved toward her and she reached out to him. They kissed and held each other for a moment. ‘I guess it’s time to show you the bedroom then.’ She turned and walked ahead of him down the hallway. The bedroom had been decorated in muted colours and as with the other rooms, it was spotless and tidy. The bed had been made and covered. 25 squadron did fast jet training on Hawks, with 29 squadron as the OCU for Typhoons. Then there was an RAF Regiment squadron, along with elements of a number of RAF Police and RAF medical units, as well as aircraft engineering training units. To pilots who all believed they should have been flying Typhoons, it was a very demoralising place to be.As the three junior officers vanished into the mess hall, a long serving and highly experienced Flight Sergeant who had been walking quietly not far.