Feburary 12th, 1963
Jillian sat back in her easy chair and pulled her pipe to her mouth. She kicked her wingtipped shoes on the table and wondered what would be an appropriate gift for someone like Erin. It wasn't like they had been dating for eighteen years or anything and yet, the Polish woman was at a loss. She remembered for their tenth anniversary of giving Erin the sweetheart charm which she had worked on in secret for six months.
The metal in the bracelet from her P-51, "Kurwa" had crashed in Northern France during Overlord and she remembered the French farmer who gave her some of the smaller metal hunks after recovering the wreck.
She had even done the engraving herself with the terrible line, "Come here often" with the date they had gotten together. February 14th, 1945. It was clichéd but they had met after Erin had returned from Poland and they got together in secret, eighteen years was something to celebrate.
Their fifteenth they had gotten another rat terrier named FDR and Stalin had been miffed about the second dog running around. Jill's leather shoes never stood a chance against the terror of Stalin and FDR.
Erin joked about getting a bulldog and naming him Churchill and Jillian groaned at the prospect. Her leather shoes would be reduced to ruin and Erin would still dote on them.
How could she get the love of her life a gift that would not tear her shoes at every turn?
She got up and turned on the wireless and groaned. They had been playing The Beatles non-stop and she wanted to shoot the wireless from this musical nonsense.
Erin would kill her if she harmed any of those chaps from Liverpool or shoot the wireless. Or blow up the hot plate. Or re-do the wiring in the doorbell to play the French national anthem.
"Hey, that gives me an idea!" She said to no one in particular.
FDR looked up from his basket at his owner who was getting up from an easy chair.
She got up from her easy chair and grabbed her overcoat along with her fedora. She picked up her keys from the small hook and walked out into the cool Ealing evening. She had time to get to one of the record stores and get the new album, Erin would love it.
February 14th, 1963
Erin sat down at the dining table with her tea and could barely wake up. She had worked three twenty-four hour shifts on the maternity ward and the last thing she needed was loud noise. She was in her house dress and looked up where was her irate Polish lover?
"Stalin-ergh stop it. Umm, Erin? Did you know FDR is really an Eleanor?" Holtz shouted from the upstairs and Erin sighed.
Great. Fantastic.
She sat there and finished her tea as she mustered the strength to deal with two rat terriers in heat and her useless lesbian.
Erin gets up and walks up there and she sighs at the sight that greets her. Jillian was trying to break up the two dogs who were in the mating position and rubbing against each other, hard.
The poor woman was struggling to get Stalin off who was nipping at her fingers.
Erin grabs Stalin and cradles him as Jillian catches her breath, swearing as she grabs the newly discovered Eleanor and brings her downstairs and out to the yard.
"Sorry about earlier. We barely get time off together and today's our anniversary, so here." Jillian said as she sat in her easy chair as she thrust her gift in Erin's general direction. Erin hesitantly took the gift and looked back at her girlfriend who had a smug smile on her face.
Oh, that was absolutely a smug smile.
She ripped the brown paper wrapping off and Erin gasped. She cradled the album. Did she really go out into Central London and face the screaming crowds to get the new Beatles album?
"Thank you, sweetheart. I promise to play this sparingly as long as you promise not to break the wireless or any other appliances? We all know what happened with the hot plate." Erin said handing Holtz her gift, giving her a knowing smile.
"Burn a dog once and your blacklisted for life from the kitchen. Humph." Jillian replied as she took the gift from Erin and looked at it.
It was a rectangular shape and Holtz ripped the paper off to reveal a Frog model kit of the Hawker Hunter.
The Hunter was one of the first transonic jets in the RAF and Holtzmann wished she could have flown one. The Jet Age was all Erin heard when it came to planes and she wanted Jillian to have a nice something to display in their home.
Her lover's jaw was agape with the surprise of getting such a special 1:72 scale model and it couldn't have been a better gift for an aviation nut.
"How did you-?" Jillian asked and it was Erin who was wearing the smug smile.
"You talk in your sleep dear and I wanted to get you something special." Erin said as she put her record to the side and walked over to Jillian.
"If you want your other gift doll, we should take this upstairs." Jill responded with a smirk as Erin sat down in her lap, peppering her neck with kisses.
"Ok, flyboy. Show me some of those special moves and I promise I have some of my own." Erin whispered in Jill's ear and they both shuddered a little at the promise of a good time.