manâs usefulness, Piercey let him go. Fleet was not the type to lambast an officer â verbally behind his back, but not with a length of rope. Yet he had avoided giving his opinion of âour bleeding squadron heroâsâ courage. Well, Fleet was not going anywhere so there was always the prospect of a second go at him.
Connie Bush took an instant dislike to Sherilie Fox and not simply because of the soapstar name for a woman she labelled a hard-faced bitch. Second Lieutenant Ray Fox had been allocated the house next to the Colliers, which Connie thought most unfortunate for Sam and Margot. She had not met Sherilieâs pilot husband, but any man who had willingly married this woman was unlikely to earn Connieâs favour.
Aside from personal dislike of the size zero, brassy, overdressed, loud-mouthed Sherilie, Connie found her a fount of knowledge about everyone connected with 678 Squadron, the Colliers in particular. How much of her high-octane gossip was true was debatable, but Connie was adept at sifting the possible from the airy-fairy.
Contrary to the habit of most people to say as little as possible to a military policewoman â Connie refused to call herself a policeperson â Sherilieâs tongue ran merrily on any point raised.
âThat snooty cow next door? Iâm not surprised someone let down the tyres of her bloody fancy Jag. Top marks for whoever it was. Iâve wanted to do it for yonks, only Iâdâve stuck a knife in them. Thing is, I knew it wouldnât bother her. Phone Daddy, ask for another car. Easy-peasy. Donât know why she bothers living in these grotty quarters. I had her money, Iâd rent a villa outside the base. Have you seen inside next door? Antiques, silk cushions, crystal lamps. Havenât seen their bed, but itâs sure to be double king size with satin sheets and quilt the colour of champagne. You know, like the people in Hello !â A wide knowing smile. âNot that heâd notice the colour of the sheets. Hero? Got to be with stamina like that.â Even more knowing smile. âI wouldnât say no to a taste of it.â
âEver any chance of that?â Connie asked swiftly.
âHuh! Our Margot has him firmly to heel. There he is, a six foot four hunk of sinew and muscle with all the guts in the world as a fighting soldier, yet heâs a lapdog when sheâs around. Practically sits up and begs for her.â
âYouâre saying she wears the trousers?â
A dirty laugh. âIâm saying she has his off him the minute he walks through the door. Nympho, she is. Common knowledge. Ask around.â
Connie hid her distaste to ask, âHow do your husband and the other men regard that set-up?â
Sherilieâs expression changed. âWhat dâ you think? Men! If she was cross-eyed and obese theyâd call him a wimp, but they all secretly lust after her.â She nodded vigorously. âOh yes, even my Ray. Caught him watching her through binocs once, dirty devil.â
âWhile she was undressing?â
Smirk. âHe knows better than to do that . Claimed he was trying to identify the plants she was digging-in. Ha! She was gardening in small, tight shorts. He was drooling over her bum as she bent over.â
âDoes Mrs Collier ever respond to the admiration of other men?â
âJust the reverse, Iâd say. Sheâs got her pet dog whoâll do anything she wants whenever she wants it.â Sherilieâs tongue ran over her bronze-glossed lips. âShe calls him Samson . Heard her one day when I was on the other side of the dividing hedge last summer. And sheâs a right Delilah, if you ask me.â She ran a hand over her cropped apricot-coloured hair. âI feel rather sorry for him, matter of fact.â
Surprised at such a sentiment after her abusive comments, Connie asked her to explain.
âIf it was just her itâd be different.
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