Morina & the Switching Spell Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Morina & the Switching Spell Ch. 05

... tea potion left for you in the porcelain pot."

The Army staff car in front of the building was signed out to Agatha. After stopping to pick up dispatches from London Headquarters, we drove south towards Ashford Airfield. On the way, Agatha told me more about the Coven Intelligence Ministry and the work they were doing with counterespionage.

"We'll have to find you a position someplace where you'll be safe and we can keep an eye on you, at least until D-Day," she said.

"Maybe you can find me something on the airbase with Lee?" I suggested.

Agatha gave a short laugh.

"Ashford is hardly an airbase. In fact, it's barely an airfield, but they've done some good work there, thanks to pilots like your brother. I'm sure we can find something for you in London," she explained.

"Maybe you can find me something that takes advantage of my piloting skills," I suggested.

Again, another short laugh.

"Hardly. Women pilots are rare, and the army brass doesn't think we're capable of holding our own in combat. You may as well get used to the idea that whatever we find for you, it will most likely be a desk job," she replied.

The sun was just peaking over the line of trees when we passed the front gate at Ashford Airfield a little after 0600.

"Lee will be with the 5-1-2 Squadron to the left. I'll meet up with you after I find some petrol for the car and check in with the Colonel," Agatha said, dropping me off.

Whatever I was expecting the airfield to look like, ...

... this was definitely not it. Most notably, there were no buildings, but tents were everywhere. There were small pup tents lined up in close rows grouped in sections. Between the groups of small tents were larger tents, some big enough to hold 10 or 20 men. One tent looked large enough to hold as many as 50 men.

I headed for one of the larger tents when I ran into a soldier wearing a captain's uniform.

"Excuse me, Captain. Do you know where I could find Morley Spellman of the 5-1-2?" I asked.

The man looked me up and down as if he had never seen a woman before.

"I don't believe it. That fucking guy--oh, excuse me, ma'am, that guy seems to find all the good-looking women around here. Yeah, he's either still in the mess tent or on his way back to his pup tent in that group of tents just ahead and to the left," the captain responded. The name on his uniform read "Spinner."

"Thank you, Captain Spinner," I replied.

I headed for the largest tent as men were pouring out of it. I got a lot of whistles and catcalls until an officer, I think it was a Major, put a stop to it.

"Can I help you, Miss?" the Major said. He, too, looked me up and down.

"I'm looking for Captain Morley Spellman. I was told I could find him here," I said.

"You just missed him. He's heading back to his tent. I'll take you there, but you haven't much time, the squadron's due to take off in 10 minutes," he said.

"Thank you Major..." I began.

"Locke. I'm Spellman's Commanding Officer," ...