She-Wolf of the Kaiser’s Air Corps

An excerpt from She-Wolf of the Kaiser's Air Corps

"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust." The first shovelful of dirt struck the simple pine box with a dull thud... and a strange buzz.

"Look!" cried Manley. All heads turned to the sun's quandrant of the sky. Against the fiery ball, obscured by its angry brightness, they could make out a dark speck slowly growing larger.

"It's the Wolf!"

"Damn his scaly hide!" barked the major.

"Her, sir!" called Captain Calloway over his shoulder, making for the Super Spad. "All away boys! She'll have her pack right behind her!" His men immediately broke for their aircraft.

"Captain Calloway!" shouted the chaplain indignantly.

But even he was distracted by the angry buzz in the sky as four more Fokkers peeled away to form a V formation.

Calloway readied his plane and grasped the propeller. Looking back to be sure the way was clear, he saw the major staring numbly at the approching Germans. "Do take cover, sir! She'll open up with her machine guns in a moment!"

"What? Oh!" And the old man ducked for the bunker.

Calloway turned back to the Super Spad. "Contact!" And he gave the prop a mighty twist that made her sputter to life just as the Wolf opened up and painted Chafrey's coffin with lead as she stormed by.

"Fiend!" Calloway barked. Just then, a pair of pretty pink sink panties fluttered down and caught on the Super Spad's top wing support wire. Calloway snatched them off and tucked them deep into the crevice of his seat. Calloway knew a challenge when he saw it. "I'll stuff these in your mouth, you minx," he breathed.