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{ASSM} {Song Fest} "Hooked On a Feeling" (Part 4 of 4) by Ray1031

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Hooked on a Feeling 4  by Ray1031  (MF, No Sex)


I pulled the old VW Bus up to the Air Base Gate and parked in front of a
barricade closing one inbound traffic lane. It was a little before midnight
and I was reporting a day early from my leave, though late enough that I
wouldn't be required for duty before my 'flight' began their break. They'd
already begun their last midnight shift and would start their break in the
morning.

Reynolds was standing at the gate shack, wondering who had stopped, as I
climbed out of the van and stretched to get the kinks from my back.

Seeing me he smiled and called out, "Welcome back Sarge. Signed in from your
leave yet?"

"That's what I'm doing now. Mind if I use the 'hotline'?"

"Naw, go ahead. I'm getting in out of the cold. There's a bite to the air
and I've got the heater turned on inside. Cup of coffee?"

"No, I'm about coffee'd out right now. Been drinking that truck stop swill
since I left Michigan, it's left a real bad taste in my mouth. Got a Pepsi
in the van I'm working on. Who's working the Desk?"

"Airman Bennefield."

"Bennie? Good, there won't be any mistakes with my signing in then. I'm not
due back until tomorrow, but I might as well save that extra day for later."

"How was the leave?"

"Fun, but I think I need the next couple of days to rest up from my time
off. Glad I timed it so we're going on break."

I was reaching for the phone when he added, "Major's on the desk tonight
too." I paused.

"The Major's sitting in? Anything been happening while I was gone?"

"Not really, he's been sitting in with all of the flights again lately,
usually on swing shift, but he's spent the last two midnights sitting the
desk with us. He even went on a Domestic Disturbance call last night with
Sergeant Gustavsson. I heard his wife's back east with family problems, so I
think he's just bored."

I picked up the phone and waited for the direct line to connect with the
Security Police Desk. "Desk!" said the familiar contralto voice of Marisha
Bennefield. "Whataya need Reynolds?"

"Now is that any way to answer the phone Bennie?"

"Who ... Devlin ... uh Sergeant Wilson? Is that you?"

"Yep. Just pulled in. Need you to sign me in off leave, before midnight.
Major's up there with you?"

"Yes Sarge, that's correct." her tone of voice, as well as her words told me
that the Major was sitting beside her on the Dispatcher's Desk.

The Major was a newbie to Security Police work. Four months earlier he'd
been a Captain and a Pilot on one of the B-52 bombers or KC-135 refueling
planes at the base. Some kind of injury had seen his flight status revoked.
He'd been promoted to Major though and been given the job as Chief of
Security Police when the light Colonel, who'd been there before, was fired
and rifted (retired - involuntarily). I never did hear the right story
behind that ... there were about a dozen different ones floating around at
the time.

As our new CSP, the Major spent weeks learning about the job, studying files
and manuals, talking to the older sergeants in the back office and riding
along with the Flight Chiefs and Shift Supervisors on Patrol. But he seemed
mostly to enjoy sitting on the Dispatcher's desk and listening and observing
as things happened.

Desk Sergeant was my 'normal' position while working, that or 'Police 2' the
patrol call sign given to the second in command of the shift. I'd spent many
a night either on the Desk or on patrol with the Major sitting beside me. I
liked him, he didn't interfere in situations except to back up his troops if
it was necessary.

"I'll sign you in Sarge. I'll make it the last entry before midnight. You
heading home now?"

"I'm just about to, need to stop at the seven-eleven for milk and bread on
the way though, whatever I have left will be long spoiled."

"Okay, wha...? Sir! Sarge, hold for the Major, he wants to speak with you."

"Sergeant Wilson?"

"Sir."

"Be in my office tomorrow morning at seven-thirty."

"Yes, Sir."

"In uniform, Sergeant. Hope you had a good leave, welcome back."

"Sir, May I ask ..." but he was gone already.

"He's off the desk now, Dev. I think he's heading home. Any idea what that
was about?"

"None. Did he seem pissed?"

"Couldn't tell. He was smiling as he left the Desk though."

"I'm not in trouble then, but he's got something in mind. I wonder if I'll
like it."

"Well, welcome back. If I don't see you before, I'll see you Monday for
first Swing Shift."

"Meet me in the Chow Hall for breakfast when you get off, about Seven? Hell,
I have to come in anyway now and might as well eat before I see the Major.
It'll save me making coffee at home in the morning."

"Okay, see you then."


Three of my flight members joined me at breakfast the next morning. All
wanting to know what the Major might want. I told them I'd find out when he
told me and I'd let them know Monday. Chatting as we ate I filled them in on
my little brother's wedding and my trip, the VW Van I'd bought and mentioned
that I'd picked up a hitchhiker during the drive back so the trip hadn't
been as boring as it could have been. In turn, they filled me in on what had
been happening and any new policy decisions that had been made while I was
gone. Then it was time to go see the Major.


I stepped up to the Major's 'secretary', a male airman named Collins, and
announced my appointment with the Major across his desk.

"Hello Sarge, hope you had a good leave. The Major mentioned your
appointment when he came in this morning. He has a new WAF in with him now,
but said I should send you in when you arrived, regardless." I looked at him
across his desk and raised an eyebrow, silently asking if he 'knew'
anything. "No idea, Sarge. Go right in." He turned back to his papers, one
hand reaching for a coffee cup beside him, and I turned to the Major's
closed door.

Knocking, I heard the "Come in Sergeant Wilson!" from within and opened the
door, dropping my uniform hat onto a chair outside the door as I did so.

There was someone sitting to my right as I entered the room, but I was not
in a position to look just then as I marched into the room and turned a
sharp left face before marching up to the Major's desk. Standing at
attention I saluted and said, "Sergeant Wilson reporting as ordered Sir!"

"At ease Sergeant." I dropped to a relaxed 'parade rest' position, feet
slightly parted and my hands clasped behind my back, left wrist and hand
held in right at the small of my back. "Got a cup of coffee? No?" he thumbed
the intercom beside him and said "Airman Collins, bring Sergeant Wilson a
cup of coffee - black."

"Right away, Sir."

"Sergeant Wilson, I have two items for you this morning. First, your orders
came through while you were on leave. I wanted to present them to you
personally." There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" It was Collins with
my coffee, which he placed on a corner of the Major's desk. He left
immediately with instructions to "Close the door behind you."

"Now, where was I ... yes, your orders." he reached into his top desk drawer
and removed a large manila envelope. "I didn't know you'd requested
reassignment Sergeant."

"Long before your time, Sir. Thought if I beat them to the punch I might
avoid Vietnam."

"You didn't. You will be leaving in five weeks, with a six week delay
enroute for jungle training in the Philippines. Damn it, Devlin. I was just
getting used to you and to having you around."

"Sorry, Sir."

"You could refuse."

"Not and make the Air Force a career I couldn't, Sir."

"Well, you're right there, but I'm going to miss you just the same. Now, as
to the other matter I have for you. We have a new troop. Sergeant Wilson, I
want you to meet Sergeant Kinnsey. Sergeant Kinnsey, this is Sergeant
Wilson. Sergeant Wilson will be your trainer and help you get processed into
the unit and the base."

I turned to greet the new troop and stood frozen in shock as Michelle, my
hitchhiking companion for part of my cross-country trip, rose from the chair
before me. She didn't seem to react, as I was reacting - I know my jaw fell
open as I looked at her, but rose smoothly, her eyes locking with mine as
she crossed the few steps to me, reaching to shake my hand. Her eyes
flickered once past my shoulder and I recovered myself, taking her hand as
she said, "Hello Sergeant Wilson. Good to meet you. The Major has just been
telling me I'm to be assigned to your flight and I'm to learn everything you
can teach me before you leave."

"I'll teach you all I can, Sergeant Kinnsey, welcome aboard."

"Pull up a couple of chairs you two and let me tell you what I want."
Michelle and I both pulled up chairs and she fetched her own coffee at the
same time as I reached for the cup on the Major's desk. The Major raised his
cup and said, "Welcome back Sergeant. Welcome aboard Sergeant." and we all
took a sip from our cups.

"Now, down to the business at hand. Sergeant Wilson, though I have never
said as much, not wanting to create any unit rivalry, - and if anything I
say gets outside of this room I'll have both your hides for it - but since
I've gotten to know this job and the people I have working for me and how
they work, the Flight I have worried least about it Charlie Flight, your
flight Devlin. Sergeant Gustavsson and yourself have the smoothest running
crew in the unit. You both know your jobs and work well, both together or
individually. Your men respect you and listen when you talk, following your
instructions well. Ideally, in your flight make-up, I think the best
combination is when Gustavsson is on patrol and you are running things from
the Desk Sergeant's position. You have a real knack for that job."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Don't thank me yet. When you leave, I will be losing your knowledge and
your experience, your fast decision making skills - whether on the desk or
out on patrol. I don't like that idea and I don't plan on having it happen
in my unit. Your absence is going to create a void that you are going to see
filled before you leave. Sergeant Kinnsey is going to be your replacement
and will fill that void when you leave here. I will be holding you
personally responsible for seeing that she is capable of meeting my
expectations before you leave. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir, it is." I was suddenly wishing I had waited the extra day before
signing back in. Had I waited this might not be occurring now as I was
positive this whole plan had come to the Major last night as he sat on the
Desk and I called to report in. At the same time, I was elated at his words
concerning my abilities and I was excited to see Michelle again as well. I
had so many questions and thoughts bouncing around in my head that I almost
missed the Major's next words.

"Normally, new troops are given ten days to complete their unit training and
in processing before they are expected to begin working. I'm sorry, Sergeant
Kinnsey, but you won't have that. Charlie Flight starts back to work on
their first of three Swing shifts Monday afternoon. They begin their First
Midnight shift on Thursday at Twenty-Three Hundred Hours. I will expect you
to be ready and begin working on the first Midnight Shift."

Her eyes rolled a bit, but her response was immediate, "Sir, I'll be ready."

"Good. Sergeant Wilson will be assisting you. He knows the base like the
back of his hand and has his own transportation to take you from section to
section as needed. I'm going to be talking with Sergeant Gustavsson this
afternoon. He will still have the final say on how his flight is run and who
works where, but I am going to 'suggest' that Sergeant Wilson work the Desk
Sergeant's position during all upcoming midnight shifts, until he departs,
and that you work with him, learning the duties and requirements of that
position. I'm also going to suggest that when manning permits, that any time
Sergeant Wilson is assigned patrol duties Sergeant Kinnsey be assigned to
the same patrol with him. Sergeant Kinnsey, I expect you to observe
everything Sergeant Wilson does while you are working and try to glean
exactly how he performs his duties. Make his techniques your own. Sergeant
Wilson, I expect you to teach Sergeant Kinnsey everything you know about the
job and how you handle people so well. I want her ready to handle the
position after you leave us. Understood?"

"Yes Sir!" we chorused together.

"Good, Dismissed!" We both rose together and stood at attention before his
desk, saluting. He returned the salute and we relaxed a bit, moving our
chairs back to their original positions and picking up our coffee cups
without a word. The Major passed me the Manila packet containing my orders.

Michelle was reaching for the doorknob when the Major spoke again, "One last
thing before you go. I meant what I said about your flight, Devlin. I worry
the least when Frank Gustavsson and you are on the job. Your Shift
supervisor is a bit of a martinet, but you two handle him well and he always
seems to make the right decisions with your guidance. It is the two of you
who have taught me the most about this job, or the Security Police side of
it at least. I will miss you when you are gone. I don't expect an exact
replacement, no matter what it sounded like. Just teach her what you can,
and learn as much as you can of what he teaches, and you'll be an excellent
replacement when he's gone. I can't control your off duty time, but I think
you two should spend as much time together as possible. Five weeks is little
enough time to learn the ins and outs of this place and the job, but don't
kill yourselves doing it."

"Yes Sir."

"Get a haircut before Monday, Sergeant Wilson. You're looking shaggy."

"Sir!"

Once outside of the Major's door Michelle turned to me with a smile on her
face, but with the slightest shake of my head she held whatever she was
about to say. Turning to the Secretary's desk I said, "Airman Collins, the
Major wants Sergeant Kinnsey to report for work with us on first 'Mid' next
Thursday. I am to assist her in being ready. We've got a lot to do before
then. What I hope like to do is take her around to Central Processing, Base
Supply and the Hospital to get her appointments and get the ball rolling.
Then back here for a Meal Card before chow. She won't be able to get any
unit processing started before Monday anyway. I'm thinking we might have her
here, starting Monday, for three hours every morning, then I will come in
early and take her around to the different Base offices until I have to
report for duty. Does that sound workable to you?"

"Simmons in Unit training will bitch a bit, but with the Major's blessing I
think we can work thing out. I'll check with the Major before I approach the
different sections."

"What do you need to get things started?"

"A dozen copies of her orders, and her unit records folder."

Michelle passed them over and I said, "Thanks Tom, I owe you one."

"You're welcome Sarge ... and since I have to deal with Simmons over in Unit
Training, you can believe I'll collect."


Outside and heading for my Van, Michelle was smiling once again as I
returned a few greetings with those we passed. "What now?"

"Well first, Central Processing to see if we can get you afternoon
appointments for your orientation briefings. This it a joint Training and
Strategic Air Command base, so there are about six of them you have to
attend. We'll do whatever other processing we can while we are there. Do you
have a room at the dorm yet or are you in Bachelor Airman's Quarters?"

"Got in early enough yesterday to get a room, though nothing else."

"Good, one less headache this morning. Once we're done at the processing
office, we go to the Base Hospital and get you checked in there."

"The Hospital? Aren't there more important places to go first?"

"Not with you out of birth control pills and me hating condoms as much as I
do there's not."

She laughed, "I like the way you think, Sergeant. I don't like condoms
either. I do have an IUD though. It was buried in the bottom of my duffel
bag for the trip."

"Better and better. We'll still go there second though. We'll get you
processed in and get your prescription. This is a Mobile Reaction Team
Installation and as a Cop you'll be on the Reaction Team. They'll want to
make an appointment for an examination before you start your duties."

"That'll mean shots won't it?"

"Usually does. I got two in each arm and two in the butt when I arrived."

"Yuck. I hate shots."

"After the Hospital, we'll go to Base Supply and check you in there. We'll
get your initial issue of things you'll need here, a new MA-1 jacket, some
woolies and other goodies as well as your Reaction Team Kit bag. They
usually won't issue the Kit until you've finished all of your processing
elsewhere, which normally means two trips to supply, but I know a lieutenant
there who he owes me a favor ... I think we will get it all in one trip."

I was silent then as I unlocked her door on the van and went around to mine.
Once inside, out of sight of the general populous, we leaned together and
kissed deeply, gently, before either of us continued. "Looks like I should
have stayed with you after all."

"Well, neither of us really knew where the other was going. This way you got
in early enough to get a room and didn't have to pay for BAQ."

"How long did you sleep?"

"Four hours. Even with that, I still had to stop for another nap after I
crossed into California. There was a big thunderstorm coming across Nevada
and it really wore me out. I got in after eleven last night. What about
you?"

"Ended up the trucker had a partner and they switched off on the driving.
They only stopped for gas and drove straight through. We missed the storm
though, must have been ahead of it. When we were getting near the end of the
trip, I gave both of them a blow job for the ride. Younger one didn't warn
me though and I got a mouthful, they thought that was real funny. What's
after Base Supply?"

"Just the stop back at the unit for your meal card and lunch chow at the
Dining Hall. Nothing more after that, not today. I'll drop you and your gear
off at your dorm and the rest of the day is yours. I'm going to get myself
some sack time this afternoon, I still need sleep. I'll call you when I get
up if you wish, take you out on the town tonight."

"That sounds good, but which dormitory are you in?"

"I'm not. Unit ran short of rooms for younger Airmen and I ended up on
Rations and Quarters Allowance. I've got an apartment in town."

"You've got an apartment and you're going to leave me at the dorm? What's
the matter, no ambition, or is your bed too small?"

"No, my bed's not too small, bought myself a California King a while back.
But I'm going home to 'sleep'."

"Didn't the Major just tell you we should spend as much time together as
possible? Besides, you can save the cost of a telephone call. Just roll over
and nudge me when you wake up, I'll be sleeping to."

"Okay, you win. But I have to warn you, I snore."

"Great! I've got the cutest little nightie to wear for you, you'll just love
it. Oh, and ... I snore too.

She did snore ... louder than me.



Hooked on a Feeling - B.J. Thomas

Album: "The Very Best Of B J Thomas"-United Artists
-UA-LA 389-E
-peak Billboard position # 5 in 1968-69
-later charted at # 1 in 1974 by Blue Swede
(Words and Music by Mark James)

I can't stop this feelin' deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize what you do to me
When ya hold me in your arms so tight
You let me know everything's all right

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
High on believin' that you're in love with me

Lips are sweet as candy, the taste stays on my mind
Girl, you keep me thirsty for another cup of wine
I got it bad for you, girl but I don't need a cure
I'll just stay addicted and hope I can endure

All the good love when we're all alone
Keep it up, girl, yeah ya turn me on

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
High on believin' that you're in love with me

(instrumental interlude)

All the good love when we're all alone
Keep it up, girl, yeah ya turn me on

I-I-I, I'm hooked on a feelin'
I'm high on believin' that you're in love with me

(instrumental to end)



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