Jiggles and the Test Pilot

By Mary Tales

England, 1937. It's not easy running an aircharter company when you're a young woman, but the opportunities for adventure are incredible.

Veronica Anne Jiggleswick- Ronny to her family, Jiggles to her friends- took over Jiggleswick Air after her brother disappeared whilst flying over the Med. Now she runs it with her best friend Ally- who returned from a year in Paris with some strange and exciting ideas about loving women- and mechanic Ginge- who has an eye for the chaps as well as the ladies. Business is slow, and they'll take any opportunity that comes along for a reason to fly or to love.

On a hot summer's day when there's nothing to do, Jiggles is bored. Until Ally turns up with some exciting underwear and something very interesting carved out of ivory. But that's not the best thing that will happen today, because she's about to see an early version of the world's most beautiful fighter, and get intimate with its pilot on the wing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mary Tales
• Release date: Oct 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301469444

Mary Tales

With a surname like Tales, what else could young Mary do. She's a very naughty lady with a vivid imagination, and she wants to share it with you.

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Jiggles and the Test Pilot

Mary Tales

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Jiggles and the Test Pilot

Jiggles was bored. Is there absolutely nothing on? she asked Ginge, who was lazing in the other deckchair outside the large building that was their hangar, offices and mess combined.

The chief, and only, mechanic of Jiggleswick Air shook his head slowly. There's another dance in the village this weekend. he offered, shielding his eyes with an oily hand and staring down the grass runway. Beyond, and to the left of, the closely mown strip a low rise hid Fenwick on the Marsh. Just the square spire of the church, with its crenellations and whimsical battlements, poked over the little hill. The flag atop its pole waved desultorily in the nearly absent wind.

Jiggles- Veronica Anne Jiggleswick, Ronny to relatives out to cousins and Jiggles to the chaps she ran Jiggleswick Air with- pondered the delights of a dance at the village hall, a flimsy wooden building which might as well not be there on a cold or windy night. It held little allure. She, Ginge and Ally- the third partner in the business- had already worked their way through the boys, and some of the girls, of the area. She sighed and shook her head, That's three days away. I want something to do now.

The sad truth was that few people wanted to use an air courier service run by two women and