Parallel Me

Parallel Me Part 10

Back in Portsmouth, again I had five days to get everything done before we shipped out. New tropical kit to acquire, medical jabs to have and fitness test to take. In the outfitting store, we received shirts white four of. White uniforms one dress two work, work boots one, dress shoes one. Cap's peeked one dress one work, tie's two Navy-blue. Undershirts navy regulation white four of, underpants navy regulation white four of. The later was held up singularly, by the wren behind the counter.

"Would the Petty Officer like to try them on for comfort?" She asked to the amusement of those in earshot, looking as calmly as you please. I had recognised her as one of the four, at Madeline's table.

"No thank you, ma'am, I only use them for kit muster. I don't wear them myself, as I'm sure you know." She blushed slightly, as a few oh's sounded, then I was going back to the billet, to pack some items and sow badges on others. Out of twenty ratings going into barracks in Singapore, I was the most senior. I had to obtain all documents relating to those ratings, medical and service records alike. The medical documents would be updated, to include the latest jabs and examinations I couldn't pick them up, until the day before we sailed.

I was told the documentation, would be ready at two/pm precisely. I had to report to a Sub-lieutenant Berries, in her office in admin block 'A'. I arrived at one forty-five and asked for the office I needed. At precisely two PM I knocked on the door and opened it when I heard come in. Margret sat straight-faced, at her desk watching me as I marched smartly up to her desk.

"Would the Petty Officer kindly close the door please, there seems to be a draft?" She asked smiling her chin resting on her thumbs, with her elbows on her desk.

"Sorry, ma'am against naval regulations, section three paragraphs two too three of Queens Regulations. No single wren may be left alone in a closed compartment, with a male naval rating." Margret said it forcefully without a sound, by silently mouthing the words. 'Close the bloody door.' An order from an office, what could I do.

"Your ship sails at two PM tomorrow Petty Officer; I hope you decided to enjoy your last night in port in good company." She said picking up a pile of five documents folders, from an adjacent desk. Then she carried the documents around her desk, to hand them to me. Then she picked five more up, then another five. Until I had all twenty-document folders, balanced between my arms up to my elbows. She picked up a folded piece of paper and undoing my top pocket slipped the paper into it saying.

"You owe me eight rounds champ, and I want bloody paying off before you go." Her pink tongue appeared between her lips, and she wet them. I was sure she was about to kiss me, but there was a knock on the door. I could see Margret think 'shit' and called out, come in as she quickly got behind her desk.

"Excuse me, ma'am," said a young wren coming into the room carrying a folder. When she saw me, she said.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know you were occupied."

"It's alright Mary the Petty Officer is just going; have a nice voyage." She said smiling at me then asked when I did not move, "was there something else Petty Officer."

"My cap ma'am, I'm afraid I can't put it on." Smiling she pulled it from under my arm and adjusted it on my head.

"There Mary what do you think, will he do like that."

"Oh yes Ma'am," said the young wren looking dreamily at me. I went over to stores and asked if they had a case or something to pack the documents. While they were searching I pulled out the note, Margret had given me. (Room two six, I'll be there after work at four PM.) Five PM I knocked on the door, and it opened a few inches, then open all the way, when she saw who it was.