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First Published: 10 January 2017

Jersey
by Isabella

Authors Note: This story is a work of fiction, no attempt was made to be an authentic historical document!

Story Code: M/f, M/F, Impregnation, Incest

I'm Sarah Prentice, my grandfather Ron Prentice was born in the Channel Islands in the St Ouen area of Jersey in nineteen forty-one. There was nothing outstanding about either my grandfather or myself...well, we did share a birthday, he was born on the fifteenth of March nineteen forty-one and I was born on the same date but in twenty zero-three. Nothing remarkable about any of my family...well. with the possible exception of my great grandmother, apparently, she could see into the future, I thought all of that was bull-shit really until my fourteenth birthday, Grandpa Ron and I had our usual shared birthday party but this time, after we'd opened our presents Ron took me into the back garden, he had a sealed envelope in his hands, on the front of the envelope it said, 'Hand this letter to your first Granddaughter on her fourteenth birthday, don't open it and don't let her open it until she's totally alone.' "The thing is Sarah, I've learned over the years never to question anything my mother tells me to do, I just do it without hesitation and she has always been right!"

I didn't open the letter until I was back at home in my own bedroom and I sat alone on my bed reading the words written by my great grandmother:

Was my grandfather taking the piss or what? For a start off, how the hell could my paternal great grandmother possibly know that my parents would have children, never mind what sex their first child would be and what name I'd be given? There were a few other spooky things about the quick note from the past, Sarah had mentioned Robin, one of my best friends as well as Jason Pullman, a boy who I'd planned to get to know but who Sarah had effectively warned me to stay away from. The letter was dated a full year before Great grandmother Sarah died, it was given to Ron on his last holiday on Jersey before his mother died and a full three months before I was conceived. I had to assume that it was some kind of joke that Grandpa Ron was playing on me, if it wasn't then my great grandmother really had to be a witch!

Like all boys from the Channel Islands, when my grandfather reached eleven years old, he was sent to the mainland to school, returning home to Jersey only for school holidays. Ron fell in love with my grandmother in London, they married on Jersey but returned to London so Ron could work in the City.

Shortly after my birthday my father mentioned that his aunt Rebecca was about to turn one hundred years old, she had lived alone for at least twenty years and was about to move from the family home where she and my grandfather had grown up. "My father's going back to Jersey to help his sister move into the old folks home, he's suggesting that we could all go over for the summer holiday, give Rebecca a big family party for her birthday. You two can have a nice beach holiday while I look at the old house, see what it needs to convert it into two or three flats."

Grandpa Ron flew to the island while we drove down and took the high speed ferry over. The house was huge, Rebecca had her bedroom on the ground floor, the room that had been the living room in the past. The house had five bedrooms all unused for many years with a family bathroom on the first floor, the ground floor had a huge kitchen-dining room, a posh dining room, a living room, an office, a small shower room and toilet as well as Rebecca's bedroom. Because grandpa had flown he had arrived a day earlier than the rest of us and had taken the opportunity to air all of the bedrooms and search out his old bicycle as well as Rebecca's bike. Both cycles were over one hundred years old but they had been put away forty years earlier with a thick coat of wax-oil covering all of the metalwork. Ron had removed all of the rubber parts and both saddles, when we arrived he was just fitting new tyres and inner tubes to both bikes and he had new brake blocks and new saddles for both bikes. The ladies cycle was set up for my mother to ride and the boy's bike was set at the height suitable for me to ride.

The bike that I would be using looked almost brand new once all of the oil had been cleaned off, the only blemish in the paintwork was on the crossbar, it looked like someone had tried to arc-weld something to the side of the frame, I asked my grandfather about the mark, "The story goes that my mother was out on that bike before I was born and the bike was hit by lightning or something but that was actually before she met my father!"

My great aunt Rebecca was a little frail as well as a little crazy, I was ushered into her bedroom to show her my respect as well as give her a bottle of port that we'd bought on the ferry crossing for her. She looked very depressed when I walked in, the realisation that she was about to leave her home for the last time, when she saw me she brightened up considerably, she mumbled, "Hello mum, you've been out a long time!" And then she started to ramble that she's missed me so much. I didn't understand at all, this was my first visit to Jersey and the first time I'd seen my Aunty.

Mum and I started our holiday proper, we would cycle down to the beach, spend most of the day sunbathing before the sun went down behind the hill and then we would cycle back along the Greve De Lecq road to the old farm house that had been the Prentice family home for well over one hundred years. The farm was far less of a farm these days though, over the years about once every five years or so a small part of the farm would be fenced off and a new house built that would be sold to keep the family fortune topped up. In the afternoons mum and I would search through old drawers full of family 'stuff' to sort the wheat from the chaff.

Grandpa Ron found an old photo album out from around the nineteen thirties and nineteen forties. He knew most of the names of the people posing for those old photograph albums. I saw a picture of Rebecca's mother who died in nineteen thirty-five and pictures of my great grandmother, she was the first Sarah Prentice after she married Grandpa Ron's father. I was a little freaked out because, apart from the way the people were dressed and the blemishes caused by the great age of the photographs I could have been looking at pictures of myself.

When I'd been born my grandfather had asked my father to call me Sarah in homage to my great grandmother who had passed away on Jersey a few months earlier...well, I say a few months...I'm told that I was conceived on Jersey while my mother and father were on the island for great grandma Sarah's funeral.

On the third week of our stay, mum and I were as usual on the beach, I'd explored every inch of the area around the beach and the headland on either end of the beach, the two WWII pillboxes that had been left in place, the only difference was the rusted doors and gun port surrounds and the fact that the eighty-eight millimetre gun had been removed almost seventy years earlier. I was once again exploring the pillbox while my mother napped on the beach when I noticed a weather front moving in from the north, a thick black band that stretched as far as the eye could see and was heading in our direction at high speed.

I ran full pelt to wake my mother before the storm hit the island, it was only just over a mile to the farm house but the storm hit before we reached our holiday home. We reached the final hill before the run in to the farm, mother always hopped off of her bike at the bottom of the hill and I always tried to ride at least part way up the hill before I had to climb off and walk. I was slowing down rapidly when I saw a lightning bolt hit in the fields close to the road and suddenly there was an explosion right in front of my face. I'd reached Rose Hill Cottage, that was my usual target to reach before dismounting and I'd lifted my leg to get off when I was thrown towards the brick wall surrounding the cottage's garden.

I bounced on wet mud among tall stands of potato greenery, I skipped once before the tangle of greenery tangled and brought me to a stop, I managed to lift my head and look towards the road, 'Shit, what happened there...where did the wall go...hell, where did Rose Hill Cottage go?'

Before I was overcome by the pain of the explosion I managed to work out that I should have been somewhere close to the middle of the living room of the small cottage. My head fell back against the pillow of leaves and stalks and all went black around me.

There were birds singing and early morning sun shining the next time I opened my eyes. A man was bent over me asking me if I was okay. I sat up, I could clearly see the Prentice farm house on the top of the hill but I knew that was impossible, I shouldn't have been able to see the farm house because of all the new houses that had been built over the years since the war.

My thin nylon leggings must have been torn as I was ejected from my bicycle because they just hung from my waist like a torn underskirt. The middle-aged man asking me if I was okay looked familiar, he had to be a relative because he had the family nose, "Here, where's your skirt misses?"

I was helped to my feet and given an old potato sack to cover my modesty, there was a black diamond printed on the front of the sack, inside the diamond it proclaimed 'Prentice Farm' and under the diamond 'Jersey Royal Potatoes'. My bike was in a drainage ditch, the crossbar was black and sooty and the only blemish in the metal looked new and angry.

I had a bloodied head and was mud covered, especially the hair on the back of my head, I must have been talking nonsense because the man helping me hobble from the potato field and over the drainage ditch to the roadside kept looking at me strangely, I wanted to pull my bike out of the ditch, it had survived over one hundred years and it looked like I was going to ruin it in just three weeks.

"Leave the bicycle where it is, I'll come back and fetch it after I've helped you to get cleaned up!"

"We can't leave it out here, someone will knick it!"

"What does knick it mean?"

"Like it won't be there when we go back for it!"

"You can leave anything at the side of the road, no one will touch it."

It seemed to take an age to walk up the hill to the farm house, we didn't go in through the front door, we went around the back, adding needless extra distance to the walk. Things in the farmyard looked totally different to how they had looked when I left with my... My mother, where was she, she was only fifty yards further down the hill when I was struck by lightning, why wasn't she helping me, fussing around me, looking after me.

The farmyard was totally different, it should have been covered in concrete and it had been totally clean, all of that was gone, there were areas of blue brick with deep grooves to try and prevent slipping but they didn't cover the whole yard, there was a horse tethered to a metal ring bolted to the brickwork of the barn. There was a large doorway in the wall that was opposite the kitchen where earlier that was just a blank wall, the brickwork had been rendered just after the war because of damage caused to the old brickwork during the war. All of the rendering was now missing.

The kitchen door was opened and the man supporting me as I tried to walk called out "Rebecca, Rebecca come here and help me please!"

"Rebecca's too old to help, she can hardly get out of her bedroo..."

I recognised Rebecca, recognised her dress, not from this morning when I took her breakfast in to her but from the photographs I'd been sorting through the day before, one especially, it had a label on it, Rebecca Prentice '29 June 1940 - 22nd birthday.'

I slipped in the man's arms, my knees could no longer support me and he had to fight to keep me standing up!

"I can't find anything white to hang out of our bedroom window dad, who's this and what has happened to her?"

"I have no idea, I found her like this out in the middle potato field, she looks like she was riding a bicycle and had some kind of accident, I couldn't see her skirt anywhere, she looks like she's out wearing just her vest."

Between Rebecca and her father they cleaned my head wound and it was decided that one of the farm hands should be dispatched to fetch the doctor to take a look at me. It was decided that I would need a bath, in case the doctor ordered me to bed. Rebecca went out the back and came back in dragging a zinc bathtub behind her. I watched as she put the tub in front of what should have been propane fed domestic cooker but in its place there was a coal fired range and Rebecca checked the copper at the side of the tub, "There's plenty of hot water, I was going to wash some clothes."

Rebecca took water from the boiler in a zinc bucket and poured it into the tub. She took about half of the hot water out of the boiler and then she went out into the yard and used a water pump just outside the back door to draw off some cold water, there were six buckets of hot water and two of cold in the bath before Rebecca tested the temperature and told me to get undressed.

"Why can't I use the shower in the downstairs bathroom?"

Rebecca looked confused, "What's a shower?"

"It's just across the hallway from the kitchen door!"

I pointed in the direction of the kitchen door but it wasn't where I'd expected it to be, the farmhouse had suddenly grown a large pantry between the kitchen and the room that was being used by Rebecca as her bedroom because she was too old to climb the stairs.

"The room opposite the kitchen door is the farm office!"

I pushed myself onto my feet and staggered to the kitchen door. The door opposite should have been a posh dining room, the oak table and delicate dining chairs were missing and in their place was a massive desk and rows of shelves and drawers, I stumbled to the door that opened into the downstairs bathroom, all I found on the other side of the door were overcoats, boots, walking sticks and a shotgun.

"Where has the toilet and shower gone?"

Rebecca looked disgusted, "A toilet inside the house, that doesn't sound very hygienic!"

"What about the toilet in the upstairs bathroom?"

"We don't have a bathroom, just the kitchen and the only toilet is the other side of the yard!"

"What about the room off the landing, second door on the right?"

"That's not a bathroom, that's Grandpa Ron's bedroom!"

I turned quickly, Rebecca's bedroom was an over filled living room and what was the living room just yesterday, that was the 'Sunday best' room, uncomfortable looking chairs, a coffee table with a white linen cloth covering it and a glass fronted cabinet with the best china in it on display. In the hallway there was a dresser and on the dresser there was a flyer, black ink in an industrial font on cheap white rough paper stock, the flyer was telling the householders of the Channel Islands to hang a white flag out of an upstairs window that could be seen from the road by no later than midnight on 29th June 1940 to indicate that the household wouldn't resist the occupation.

Rebecca was at my side, she picked up the flyer, "These were dropped from German bombers yesterday, that's why I was looking for something white to hang out of my bedroom window so we don't all get shot. I was feeling even more confused now

"If you have a grandfather Ron then you must be Rebecca Prentice and your father must be Paul Prentice and you live here with Ron and two uncles, Simon and Gary and their wives."

"Gary and Simon took their wives to the mainland, Uncle Gary is in the army and Simon is in the navy, their wives are working as nurses in Portsmouth hospital, where is your husband?"

"I'm only fourteen, I'm too young to be married."

Rebecca snorted a half laugh, "I married Pierre when I was fourteen!"

I was shocked, I had never heard that Rebecca had ever married, "If you're married, how come you didn't change your name?"

"Pierre is a cousin, we have the same last name!"

"Where's Pierre now?"

"He was in Paris on family business when war broke out. He's stuck in France until he can escape or the war ends!"

Rebecca helped me back into the kitchen, "Come on, get undressed and get into the bath

I looked at her father, if this really was my great aunt Rebecca from the past then the man sitting at the kitchen table watching me undress had to be my great grandfather Paul. No one had actually helped me with my bath for eight years and no member of my family had seen me totally naked since I was six years old, not even my mother. I was a stranger to Paul and Rebecca and yet they fully expected me to be happy to undress and take a bath in front of them.

Paul was looking in my shoulder bag as Rebecca undressed me, he'd looked at everything in my bag before looking up at my now naked body, "Where's your ID card?"

"I don't have one."

Rebecca was helping me into the water now and was washing the mud from my body and hair.

"The Germans could be knocking on every door in Jersey by this time tomorrow and if you don't have an ID card they'll shoot you as a spy."

Paul was almost licking his lips as he watched his daughter washing my body in the shallow water in the zinc bath.

"Where are your parents, do they have ID cards?"

I shook my head, "I don't know where my parents are." I said where but I really meant when, I had no doubt that my father and grandfather were both within a few feet of me, my father was using the kitchen table to draw up the rough plans of the changes that they needed to make to the old house. They had been talking about converting the house into three 'Units', two flats with two bedrooms each at the front of the house and one two story house at the back, using the old back stairway. There was even talk of converting the old barn into a fourth 'unit'.

After Rebecca was happy that I was totally clean she fetched me a towel to wrap myself in and as I stepped out of the bath into the towel Rebecca started to undress and slip into my dirty water. There was a knock at the front door, Paul went to the front door and let the doctor in, apparently, vicars, doctors and the police were the only people to knock at the front door of a house. I was patched up in the kitchen, two stitches to my head wound and a bandage over the top. All the time the doctor was patching me up he was watching Rebecca taking her bath.

I had to wear some of Rebecca's old clothes, everything she owned was tight across my chest but baggy everywhere else and felt as itchy as hell, the woollens were really itchy and the linen clothes were all scratchy but everything was heavy. I was allowed to sit in the living room to rest and recuperate but while I was sitting there alone I started to rack my brains to try and remember everything I'd learned about WWII, we had done a project on the subject at school the year before which dealt in general terms with the war in the rest of Europe and Africa but what happened to a part of our own country was never mentioned, just that the British government had taken away all of the islands defenders so the Germans could just move in without a fight.

While I sat there in silence, I realised just how different the nineteen forties were to my time, there was no TV, no sounds of traffic, there was a wireless but people didn't leave it running all day long, they just turned it on for the news and then usually turned it off again to save the batteries but the biggest difference was no PCs, my natural reaction to my predicament would be to 'Google' it to see what I could find out!

Paul had returned to his fields to look after his crops and to retrieve my bike...or possibly his own bike that I had borrowed for my holiday and Rebecca was busy in the kitchen washing clothes as well as cooking and baking. I dozed off in the arm chair and Rebecca woke me as the afternoon gloom was just settling in, she had made a pot of tea because she was expecting her father home shortly and she woke me to tell me there was a drink and a slice of cake waiting for me in the kitchen. The cake was heavy, full of butter and sugar, no wonder all of Rebecca's clothes were all baggy around the backside.

As I sat drinking sweet tea and eating even sweeter cake, Rebecca was fussing around the zinc bath in front of the kitchen range as she had done for me earlier in the day. Paul walked through the back door, his shoes were already off and as he crossed the kitchen he stripped out of all of his clothes until he stood at the side of the bath totally naked before stepping over the side and slipping under the water. Rebecca folded a towel and placed it on the floor at the side of the bath, got down on her knees on the towel and was getting ready to start washing her father's back when there was a sound of cows bellowing in the farm yard. Paul said, "Sounds like the cows need milking!"

Rebecca pushed herself back to her feet and came over to me, "The cows need milking and my father needs to be washed, which would you rather do?"

"I have no idea how to milk a cow!"

Rebecca slapped the soap into my hand and she left the kitchen. I knelt on the towel and started to wash Paul's back. As I washed him he told me that one of his cousins would be coming over to try and alter his dead wife's papers, she had been born in nineteen oh-six, his cousin would try to make it look like twenty six so I would have something to show to the Germans when they arrived, it was expected that the Germans would confiscate all ID papers and replace them with occupation paperwork.

I'd done a lot of thinking while I was alone in the living room and I was trying to work out how to broach the subject of what would happen once the Germans finally arrived. I'd washed Paul's hair, his back, neck and his chest, he stood up and looked at me, his back was turned slightly towards me, I got the picture, I was expected to was his bum and the backs of his legs.

"Paul, have you thought what will happen when the Germans finally arrive?"

Paul turned his body to face me, his cock was just an inch or two from my nose. I started at his ankles and washed up his legs, "No one really knows what will happen when they come, there probably won't be too many changes for us."

"The Germans will probably have an invasion force of around ten thousand landing in a few days' time, there will be around one German soldier for every five people on Jersey."

I'd reached the point that I'd been dreading since I started washing my great grand father's body. My fingertips were almost brushing against his plumbs and I really wanted to stop and let him wash the rest himself. "You need to wash all of me...they can't have an invasion force that large, where would they all live?"

I took a deep breath and started to wash over his cock and balls, I had expected him to respond to my hands rubbing his cock but he didn't.

"They will come to the farm house and search it, as you're mid-forties, they'll probably take you away to a forced labour camp somewhere, if I'm still here, because I'm young and single, I'll probably be forced to work as a prostitute for the occupying forces, Rebecca might be forced into working as a prostitute too...it's the way the Germans work."

Mentioning the fact that Rebecca could be forced into working as a whore against her will certainly had an effect on Paul that my hands alone hadn't done and Paul's cock grew hard. Paul sat down in the bath again to cover his erection with the water.

After dinner I watched one of my very distant cousins using a pin and a razorblade to remove just the ink portions of my great grandmother's ID cards so that they would be suitable for a fourteen year old rather than a thirty-four year old. Unfortunately everything about the card screamed out that I was married, even naming Paul as my husband.

"But Paul, no one will believe that I'm Rebecca's mother!"

"No, they won't but everyone knows that Rebecca's mother died recently and none of the islanders will tell the Germans that we aren't really married."

At nine thirty it was time for bed, Paul held me back until Rebecca had gone up stairs, "We will have to share my bed, we're supposed to be married, if the Germans arrive early and find three beds have been slept in they'll never believe that you are my new wife."

I followed Paul to his bedroom and while Paul was getting undressed he asked me if I was a virgin, I told him that I was. "We'd better not get straight into bed then!"

I didn't understand what Paul meant but as I undressed, he bent me over the edge of the bed and took me from behind. It wasn't anything special, there was no pleasure, no fireworks or bells ringing in my head, just pain for a few seconds and a lot of mess. Paul deposited his seed in me and almost as quickly as he filled me, my body expelled it, semen and blood from my opening. Paul wadded up a piece of linen rag to look like a small cigar and he used that to close up my body before pulling me into bed at his side.

We slept for around seven hours before the sun woke Paul. He asked me how I was feeling, I shrugged my shoulders, how should I feel, I still had a pain in my head from the head wound and no one seemed to have heard of paracetamol or Ibuprofen, they knew about aspirin but didn't have any. Paul reached between my legs and pulled out the wad of linen he'd pushed up me and he pushed me onto my back. I quickly realised that he was about to use me again for his pleasure, "Stop, I need the toilet, I'll pee myself."

Paul pulled a potty out from under the bed and told me to use it quickly as he needed to have his breakfast before he could start work.

I'd never peed in front of anyone in my living memory...although could I trust my memory, one minute I was in the twenty-first century and the next I seemed to be seventy-seven years in my past, sixty-three years before my birth.

Paul had a smile on his face as he watched me closely taking my piddle on the po. I was still totally naked, Paul had dragged me into bed after busting my cherry, I guessed that under normal circumstances, his wife would have been wearing a nighty and that would have hidden what she was doing on the po.

As soon as the last drips had fallen, Paul handed me a linen square, about the size of a handkerchief, to dry myself below. I managed to resist the temptation to drop the cloth into the potty as if it were a toilet tissue, I dropped it onto the linoleum covering over the floor as Paul pulled me back into bed with him. I guessed that last night he'd been gentle with me because it was my first time and he didn't want to make too much mess but now, now would be different, he would make up for my disappointing first time.

My second fuck was at least a little more pleasurable than the first, Paul was at least face to face with me so we could kiss, he could also play with my breasts as he fucked me slowly. Eventually he built up speed and gave me my first ever orgasm with a man before spilling his seed in my belly once again. As soon as Paul stopped pumping his spunk into me he was out of bed and getting dressed. I found some of Paul's first wife's clothes and followed him down to the kitchen. Rebecca grinned at me as I walked in, "I guess I should call you mummy now Sarah!"

A cold shiver ran through my body at Rebecca calling me her mother, just because I'd slept with her father and she could have absolutely no doubt that her father had fucked me at least twice during the night. I asked if they had any muesli and skimmed milk. I'd already eaten about my usual weekly calorie intake in just one day and I didn't want to end up with a backside the size of my great aunty. Rebecca and Paul looked at each other and laughed, they never heard of either thing. I ended up with a plate full of sausage, bacon and eggs pushed in front of my face.

I felt bloated as I followed Paul out into the field that he'd found me lying in the day before. Paul had harnessed a horse to a kind of plough, the horse moved slowly between rows of potato plants pulling the small Jersey Royal potatoes to the surface, my job was to walk behind and collect all of the potatoes that the drag had lifted to the surface. I had a basket to put the potatoes in and when that was full I took it to a cart with a set of scales on it, a bag sat on the bed of the scales and I tipped potatoes into the bag until it tipped the scale to show that the sack held a hundredweight.

My target was to try and fill forty sacks before lunch time, I'd got more than half way when Paul tethered the horse by the grass verge and helped me to pick potatoes and fill sacks. There was a lot of joking and laughter as we toiled in the sun, all morning we'd watched as German fighter aircraft flew over at very low altitude, they appeared to follow strafing runs at the buildings in our area, I could see my white T-shirt hanging from Rebecca's bedroom window from the field. At eleven thirty we saw a much larger German aircraft fly over and white mushrooms spilling out of the back. Paul grimaced as he watched the mushrooms float down to earth.

"This is it then, they've started the invasion, we'd better get the potatoes back to the store room.

The Germans had dropped their SS shock troops by parachute, their job was to fight their way to the beaches that had been chosen as targets for amphibious assault and then on to the port to allow the main invasion force and heavy weapons to be landed by ship. No one had told the Germans that England had pulled all military forces and equipment out of the islands two weeks earlir, they had also evacuated all of the men of fighting age, leaving only essential men needed to keep the farms running, that's why my two great uncles and their wives had left the island, so they couldn't be pressed into service fighting for the Germans.

We ate lunch and headed back to the field, Rebecca was baking a few extra loaves of bread and some large cakes and while they were baking she was churning the milk that she had collected the day before but that we hadn't used to that point for our meals. Mid-afternoon ten SS soldiers and one officer marched along our road towards the port. Paul walked over to the officer and welcomed him to the island. I continued picking potatoes and watched as Paul tied the horse at the side of the grass verge to eat lazily at the grass. Paul guided the Germans to our house and a few minutes after they disappeared from view behind the farmhouse I saw the faint grey smoke trail lifting from the chimney turn thicker and blacker. Rebecca had shovelled more coal into the fire.

I'd filled my last sack of potatoes, I'd never actually handled a horse before but I managed to get it between the traces and hooked up. I took the reins and led the horse along the road to the farm house. I took the cart to the store room door but didn't have the strength to heave forty hundredweight of potatoes off of the cart and into the store, I did uncouple the horse though and take it around into the yard to tether it to the ring in the wall that I'd seen the horse tethered to the day before.

Paul was standing by the kitchen door talking to the officer, one of the soldiers had a huge radio strapped to his back. Paul was explaining that there were no troops or heavy weaponry left on the island, just twenty police officers and they had been told to assist the new administration and that St Helier harbour had been cleared in expectation of the troop transporters needing to be unloaded.

The officer used the radio to talk to the commander of the invasion, their plan had been for the paratroopers to fight anyone defending selected beaches, our local beach a mile away was one in question. After the storm troops had defeated the defenders they would call in the landing craft and smaller boats to bring the army ashore. There was a long conversation and a change of plan was agreed and the larger ships sailed to St Helier and disgorged their human cargo directly into the port.

I went into the kitchen, Rebecca was cooking a large meal, a huge stew to eat with all of the extra bread that she had been baking.

Paul was showing the Germans around the house, the officer was taking notes, he already had all three of our sets of papers in his hand. The officer was surprised at my age, he'd seen me working in the field from a distance. I was asked how come I'd married Paul when he was thirty years older than I was, "We're cousins, my parents wanted me to go over to the mainland with them when they left at the start of the war but I didn't want to leave the island, marrying Paul was a compromise to keep me here on Jersey!"

Paul set up some planks of wood on bales of hay in the farmyard. to make a massive table and laid out other bails for seats, one dining chair for the officer and all eleven sat down to eat fresh bread and beef stew with freshly churned butter to spread on the bread.

I took a chopping board out with four loaves of bread and a long bread knife for the soldiers to eat and then returned to the kitchen and Paul. The officer had pulled Rebecca down onto his knee so she couldn't follow me.

"Why are you being so welcoming to our enemy Paul?"

"For the same reason that the British army and navy were pulled out of the islands two weeks ago when the invasion fleet left the port of Brest, heading our way! We have three bedrooms that aren't being used and I'd rather have three officers billeted here with us than six goons, even if Captain Gruber doesn't stay here on the island, I'm sure he'll tell his friends how welcoming we are here and now the troops will flood St Helier rather than flood ashore here and trample my crops down!"

I looked out at Rebecca, the officer was eating his stew one-handed and his other hand was groping Rebecca's thigh, "Rebecca could be in trouble if the Captain does stay on the island, he may demand more from her than her food!"

"I'm sure he will, I've told Rebecca to be nice and friendly to the officer but to be cooler towards the other soldiers. I'm guessing that if I get three officers forced on me, you and Rebecca will both end up being used by them but that would be preferable to you both being turned into battalion whores, each looking after twenty soldiers a day, seven days a week like happened to the French women during the fourteen - eighteen war!"

The soldiers finished their meal and Paul gave them directions to get over to St Helier. It took Rebecca a little while to fill the bath tub in the kitchen and while she did, Paul unloaded the cart and I turned the horse out into the field. I was back in the store with Paul watching him unloading the last few sacks of potatoes. Paul asked me when my last period was, I guess that being a farmer, sex was all just part of nature and natural but being brought up in a small town, no one ever mentioned sex. I knew all about it naturally, I was a child of the internet generation, I'd seen pictures, videos and read stories online that were highly inappropriate for a fourteen year old girl. Paul was behind me again, lifting the back of my skirt and pulling down my knickers. It dawned on me that I was actually on my period on the drive south, it made the trip very uncomfortable for me, it doubly dawned on me that I was probably in my most fertile period at that very moment, "It was eleven days ago, Paul, if you're that horny, there are things we could do that won't risk my falling pregnant!"

Paul grinned at me, "Don't you see, that's what I need to do, I'd rather you had an English baby in your belly before you have to start sleeping with the Germans and that could be any time now."

I was turned and bent over a stack of potatoes and Paul took his pleasure of me again but this time it wasn't quite as comfortable as it had been the first time, bent over the edge of his bed. Paul was still grunting into my body as the door opened and Captain Gruber walked into the store room.

"Forgive me, I was a little suspicious, your wife didn't appear to be what I expected of a farmer's wife!"

"We've only been married a short time, six months ago Victoria was working in the haberdashers' shop in St Helier. She's not used to lifting anything heavier that a bolt of cotton!"

Paul pulled his cock out of me and fastened the buttons of his fly.

"I returned to warn you that there will be a curfew at night until further notice, anyone out after dark will risk being shot."

Paul thanked the Captain for the warning, "Being out of the way like we are, it can take a while for news of that nature to reach us."

"Yes, that's what I thought too."

Paul had put his cock away but he had left my bottom exposed and was still holding me face down over the potatoes. Gruber was in no hurry to leave, he was feasting his eyes on my naked buttocks and watching Paul's seed trickling down between my inner thighs, I got the feeling that Gruber was weighing up his options, should he send Paul away or just take his turn at me while Paul watched. Fortunately that choice was taken out of Gruber's hands by the sound of his wireless carrying trooper calling for him. Paul had covered my bottom by the time the trooper walked into the storage room and I was pulled back to my feet.

Paul listened intently to the conversation, he whispered, "The general won't risk approaching St Helier until he's sure that Gruber's men have the port's defensive guns under his control. You take your bath and tell Rebecca to hold dinner for me, I'm going to offer Gruber a lift into St Helier."

Paul went out to Gruber and his radio man, "If you need to get into St Helier quickly, I have a motorcycle and sidecar, I can take you and your radio man into the port in twenty minutes...that's if I have enough petrol in my tank!"

The motorcycle was a twenty year old Brough Superior teamed up with a single seat Swallow Sidecar, rather than the usual Brough sidecar which would have been larger and heavier. The officer looked suitably pleased as Paul pushed the combination into the farm yard, the sidecar had a large 'SS' logo on the sidecar which seemed suitable as the officer had the same 'SS' on his collar.

The motor bike looked old and rusty but started first kick and with the radio man on the pillion seat and Gruber in the sidecar Paul roared off in the direction of St Helier. I told Rebecca that Paul had taken the Germans to the harbour and to hold dinner until he got back.

Paul took Gruber straight to the gun embrasure overlooking the harbour, the concrete embrasure was still there but the gun had been removed, from the embrasure Gruber could look down on the dockside and he could see that the port was totally open, he called his superior again and told them that there were absolutely no defences around the harbour at all.

Gruber spotted a delivery van outside the green grocers shop and told his radio operator to go and commandeer the van to pick up the rest of the troops on the road from our farm. Paul stepped in, "Can I go and have a word with the grocer, he's a friend of mine, he'll go and collect your men for you and that way you can keep your radio operator here in case he's needed."

Paul guided the grocer out to where the troops were marching towards the port, Paul explained in German to the paratroopers that Gruber had sent the van to collect them and take them to the port before continuing on to the farm and his bath while Rebecca finished cooking our dinner.

It was nine o'clock by the time the pots were all washed and dried, we sat in the living room to listen to the news from London on the BBC, I couldn't believe how crackly the sound quality was, I said, "You'd better make the most of this, the German's will probably confiscate every radio on the island!"

Paul looked at me with surprise, "How did you know that?"

"Just a guess..." Actually I remembered that was one of the things that had been brought up in my history lessons, the Germans couldn't control the news out of London so they just outlawed the use of radios in every country they occupied.

Paul nodded his head, "That makes sense, in the last war, not so many people owned radios but I'm sure that if the Germans ever found one, they would confiscate it...hey, earlier in the potato store, you said that there were other things we could do...you know, before I told you that I was trying to make you pregnant...what did you mean?"

I was embarrassed I looked at Rebecca, she had been sewing up seams on a dress she was making, suddenly her needle point wasn't holding her full attention, she was looking at me and her father. Paul saw my face turn red, "Come on Sarah...sorry... mean Victoria, We're all family now...at least until the Germans are kicked out and we can all go back to normal and you can go back to your family if you want to by then!"

"What do you mean, if I want to by then?"

"The Germans could be here until Christmas, you'll be six months pregnant by then...if I've done my job properly, you might want to stay here and live with us...I'll marry you properly under your real name!"

'Real name!' Echoed in my head, I'd told Paul and Rebecca that my name was Sarah, but I hadn't been asked my last name and I hadn't offered it, if I had to tell them that I had the same last name as them, how would they react...I already knew that I couldn't tell them about how I came to be in their field during the war with no papers. If the Germans had found me first I could well have been shot as a spy!

I wasn't really worried about that as much as I was worrying that I could already be pregnant, what if I was suddenly transported back to my own home and time, how would I explain that I'd got myself pregnant and more importantly who by!

"Come on Victoria, what did you mean, 'Other things'?"

"Well, if a woman doesn't want to get pregnant but her boyfriend or husband is in need of sex, she could use her hand, she could use her mouth..."

Rebecca looked shocked when I mentioned using my mouth as a sexual receptacle. Because people in the forties didn't have the internet and for most people there was no access to books or films that had sexual content, their total sexual knowledge came from watching animals.

Paul whispered, "Mouth...My first wife would never have even contemplated doing anything like that...I've heard rumours of course, in the last war soldiers returning from Marseille told tails of Marseille whores doing things like that at a price, they could have two women for the price of oral sex!"

Rebecca looked thoughtfully at me, "Have you ever used your mouth like that?"

I felt my face flush an even deeper red, I didn't really want to say but I did nod my head.

Rebecca looked even more shocked, disgusted even, "Liar, who did you let do that to you?"

"A boy at school, Robin, he was sixteen and wanted to...you know...do it to me but I was worried and didn't want to lose my virginity to just anyone so I used my hand a few times and eventually I used my mouth when he became more insistent. I would have had to let him do either my front or my back by now or he'll go looking for a girl who will!"

Paul looked even more interested now, "Back! What do you mean by back?"

My face went even redder, "You know, the back hole, some boys and men use a woman's bottom for sex when it's too dangerous to do it up the front!"

"You mean sodomy?"

"I think they call it anal sex rather than sodomy...but yes, that's the general idea."

We'd talked about my embarrassing sex life for thirty minutes and at nine thirty Paul said that it was time for bed, "The five acre field that we have to harvest will produce sixty to sixty-five tons of potatoes and we've only lifted four tons so far, so we'll have to work harder tomorrow."

I undressed and looked at Paul's first wife's nighty folded on a shelf, I would feel uncomfortable wearing such a heavy nighty under such heavy bedding when it was actually so hot.

Paul stripped naked too, he was already hard as he gathered me in his arms, "I'm going to have to fuck you again tonight and in the morning but, that thing about your mouth, would you do that for me before I fuck you?"

I nodded my head, "What about Rebecca, won't she end up with a German baby if she hasn't been made pregnant?"

"No, she and Pierre tried every day for six years to make a baby together but they didn't manage it and we knew that Pierre was fertile, he'd already made one girl pregnant before he met Rebecca, his son was living in Paris which is why I sent Pierre to France to try and get his son out."

I pulled my body away from Paul and knelt on the floor. I'd performed oral sex on Robin seven times and each time was with him standing and me on my knees in front of him. As I opened my mouth and sucked Paul's cockhead into my mouth I felt his knees go week. I'd begrudgingly performed oral sex on Robin, he'd almost blackmailed me into doing it so I wasn't interested in doing a good job of it but Paul was a different matter. Paul had no idea what to expect, he had heard about a few old soldiers who had paid extra for French prostitutes to perform the act on them and had spent the intervening years telling everyone they met about their experience and no doubt as soon as they got home they were pestering their wives to do it to them as well!

I saw a look of absolute joy on Paul's face as I gently sucked his cock while fondling his balls, that look on Paul's face made up my mind for me, I'd give Paul the best blow job that I could and with my mind made up I got a little more animated and suddenly I was swallowing semen by the bucket load and without touching his cock shaft with my hand. Robin would have taken both my mouth and my hand to get him off.

Paul looked totally shocked and began to apologise for spunking off in my mouth instead of pulling out and catching his seed in his hand. When he realised that I was swallowing his cream he relaxed and his smile broadened into a Cheshire cat grin.

"Well, I was planning on fucking you again tonight, trying to make sure that I get you pregnant before the Germans arrive, I guess that's out of the window now!"

I looked around the room, there was a pot of cream on the dressing table, it looked like a homemade form of cold cream or skin conditioning cream, it was definitely made from vegetable oils, they hadn't invented most of the synthetic chemicals that I was used to in twenty seventeen. I rubbed a goodly amount between my breasts and told Paul to lie on his back on the bed.

As I slinked, cat like, towards Paul, I couldn't believe that in two short days I'd turned from a virgin that wasn't looking forward to my eventual deflowering, I was actually going to try and wake a man's cock up so that he could fuck me for the fourth time in just twenty-four hours.

I put both pillows under Paul's shoulders to raise his head up, so that he could more easily look down the length of his body and see what my sex-crazed brain had dreamed up. I pushed Paul's legs together and carefully slid my body over them, I placed my breasts over his cock and balls, then as I looked up into his eyes I slid back and forth as well as up and down, only moving a few inches in any direction but using my full body weight to squash his cock and balls against his abdomen.

Paul looked uncomfortable at first but soon got into the pleasure of what I was doing and in no time at all his erection was growing between my slippery breasts. Once his cock had regained its vigour I used one of the linen squares that Paul had given me that morning to wipe my cunt dry of my piss to wipe his engorged cock dry as well as my tits,

"Wow, that was fucking fantastic, I've never felt anything like it in my life before!"

"It's just another way that a man can get his pleasure from his wife...or girlfriend...without making her pregnant, if I'd have spent a little longer doing it you'd have cum over my tits!"

"I don't doubt it!"

Paul reached out for me to pull me down onto my back at his side but I pushed his hands away. I threw the oily cloth onto the floor at the side of the bed and straddled Paul's hips. I raised my self up a little, reached between us and pushed his cock against my cunt and wriggled my hips until I slid down onto his cock. I was pleasantly surprised that the look of pleasure on Paul's face matched the look of pleasure on the male models faces in the internet pictures I'd seen of the 'Cow girl' position. I paced myself so that I had a massive orgasm before Paul filled my belly again.

I was still sleeping when Paul pulled my lower body off of the bed, I was face down and Paul had covered the floor with a sheet of oilcloth with a towel on top of it, he took me from behind and woke me up. I was about to warn him that I needed a pee but I was too late, I made my pee all over Paul's abdomen as he fucked me, all over Paul and the oilcloth covered floor.

Paul washed himself in cold water from the jug and basin on the dressing table, he washed me between my legs as well. I'd forgotten to wash my own knickers the night before so I couldn't wear them today, I had the option of wearing his dead wife's knickers but being made of rough linen they wouldn't have been at all comfortable, so I decided to go commando instead. Rebecca made us breakfast and while we were eating Captain Gruber turned up. Paul jumped to his feet and shook the captain's hand, welcoming him back, "Have you had your breakfast Captain?"

"I've eaten on the ship thank you!"

"Well, we have a pot of tea on the range, would you like a cup of tea?"

The captain put his hand in his jacket pocket, "Once again, thank you for the offer but I find the taste of English tea to be not to my liking..." He handed Paul a packet of coffee, "...I had the cook on the troopship grind me a little coffee, perhaps if you have a percolator, I might share a cup of coffee with you!"

We do have a percolator but I have over sixty tons of potatoes to lift before they rot in the soil, I'll leave you in my daughter's capable hands, she will make coffee for you while I get on with my harvest, this war had taken away all of my labourers so I have to harvest all of my own crops, just myself and my wife while Rebecca here looks after the rest of the farm.

Paul backed the horse between the traces and led it out into the field pulling the empty cart. The horse was swapped to the strange plough that lifted the potatoes and I began picking up the lifted potatoes. I was a little more used to the work today and managed to keep in reasonably close contact with Paul and his plough.

We had our two tons of potatoes bagged and stacked onto the cart by ten thirty and we were heading back to the farmhouse. We put the horse into the stable and unloaded the cart. Paul fucked me bent over a sack of potatoes again before we went into the kitchen to have a cup of tea.

Rebecca was being more than a little noisy, she was up in her bedroom, the Captain's tunic jacket was draped over the back of a dining chair, his leather belt and holster were also over the back of the chair.

A shadow passed the kitchen window, a Mercedes staff car slid silently into the farm yard, Paul looked out of the window, "Quick, take Captain Gruber's jacket and belt up to Rebecca's bedroom and warn him that the General has just arrived!"

I ran all the way to Rebecca's bedroom, I didn't bother to knock on the door, that would have taken time that I just didn't have. Rebecca and the Captain were on her bed, both were naked and Gruber was fucking Rebecca very energetically. I gave Gruber the message, his gun and his tunic and left them both to get dressed.

Paul was talking to the General in German by his car when Gruber ran into the kitchen fastening the leather belt holding his holster. Rebecca took him out of the front door and down the side of the house so that Gruber could approach the farmyard from the direction of the back field, a field with a crop of late yielding salad vegetables. Rebecca came back into the house the way she went out so the General didn't see her.

"Herman was sent over here to scout out a position for an antiaircraft gun emplacement, he needs around two acres of reasonably flat land and was told to check our fields out because they are high and have a good view to the north. I told him that all of our fields are on the hillsides so are sloping but that our neighbour Bill has a paddock that's virtually unused since he got his new tractor and sold his horse.

The Captain reported his findings to the General and they both went off walking to the meadow that Rebecca had told him about.

As Rebecca made a pot of tea, I cleared my throat, "How was it with the German?"

"He was far more energetic than Pierre and lasted far longer...we'd been 'At it' for a whole hour when you burst in on us and he wasn't anywhere close to finishing off. He's been in Poland for six months without women so he was a bit desperate.

After our cup of tea we took the horse and cart back out to the potato field and started picking potatoes all over again and as we worked in the field we watched troop transporters flying in and landing on the Islands new airport well, I say new, the airport was only opened three years earlier and the islanders all said that the only reason the Germans were interested in Jersey all of a sudden was because the island now had an airport that they could use as a base for their aircraft.

At one o'clock we'd finally filled the cart for the second time that day and we headed back to the potato store once again to unload the cart. We ate our lunch and then went up to bed for half an hour, Paul asked me if I'd suck him again but not to completion this time and after I'd given him a little pleasure with my mouth but before he shot off into my mouth again, he pushed me onto the bed and fucked me for the third time that day. After our thirty minute long play time we were back out in the field for our third time that day, working hard, lifting and picking potatoes.

I had thirty sacks filled when I realised that I needed a pee, I looked around but there was little or no cover to hide behind, only the cart with thirty sacks filled with potatoes in top, I called over to Paul, "Hey Paul, I need to go back to the house, I need a pee."

Paul looked around, as usual, there was no one around, just the two of us as far as the eye could see. Even in my time, when there was ten times the number of properties in the area we seldom saw anyone out and about.

"Just do it here at the back of the cart."

Paul came over and stood between me and the road, not that he needed to, I could see a long way down the road, I would have been given a lot of warning if anyone were moving about. I squatted down to pee, fortunately I'd gone commando so I didn't have to take my knickers off or anything.

"Just a minute, you'll splash the back of your skirt!"

I held back and let Paul lift the rear of my skirt up and tuck it into the waistband at the back of my skirt, he wanted to lift the front as well, "Go away, let me pee in peace!"

"Come on, let me watch!"

"You're a pervert!"

"You call me a pervert...you took my cock in your mouth last night and you swallowed my spunk!"

Paul pulled the front of my dress right up so he could watch as I peed. He was getting a little closer and eventually he reached under me and started to stroke my pussy as I was peeing. He wasn't trying to get his hand wet in the stream, he just wanted to touch me as I was peeing. I didn't have anything to wipe myself dry but I didn't need to worry about that because I was lifted off the mud, still in my squatting position and I was dumped onto the back of the muddy cart and tumbled in the dirt, my fourth fuck of the day but Paul didn't let it hold up our work for too long, he had fired off in just five minutes so I was left for the last hour of work with little jets of his spunk leaving my cunt every time I bent down to pick up potatoes.

I was really happy to get into my bath after work, my last tumble with Paul had plastered my lower back with cloying mud that had been deposited on the cart's bed from my shoes as I dragged sacks of potatoes into place to be carted back to the store and between my legs was a mixture of dried pee and scabs of Paul's spunk.

I still found it difficult to cope with Rebecca washing her father after work while I waited for my turn in the hot water, watching her rubbing soap into his cock and balls, watching her peeling back his foreskin to wash under it but even more difficult was having Rebecca washing me a few moments later, washing her father's semen from between my legs. We ate dinner as usual but didn't sit around in the living room chatting until nine thirty, Paul wasn't even interested in hearing the main news bulletin, all he was interested in was dragging me off up to bed for round five!

Once again, I was asked to suck Paul, I agreed but only if he reciprocated on me. Now call me a sceptic but from the look on his face I don't think that Paul had any idea that he could use his mouth to give a woman pleasure. Paul was so keen for me to suck his cock that he would have agreed to walk across hot coals to get me to suck him.

I spent a whole hour making sure that giving Paul head was a totally memorable experience for him and this time, when he reached his end game it almost overwhelmed me, he made so much juice that I found it difficult to swallow fast enough to get it all down. I let Paul get his breath back and then I lay on my back, knees wide open and up in the air and I taught Paul how to give me oral. He was actually the first boy to do it to me but I had seen it done on video and I'd read about it. Paul was fortunately a quick study and this time it was Paul who left an indelible impression on my young mind.

Paul sucked, licked and bit around my vagina and clitoris until his cock regained its strength and he quickly transitioned from oral sex into missionary sex until I'd taken my fifth cunt full of spunk and we fell asleep cuddling together.

I was still hopeful that I'd flash back to my own time and my old life but it seemed that I was well and truly stuck in my families past. Over the next few days more and more troops arrived and some troops left the island. Captain Gruber and his storm troopers were flown out of the island's airport to another theatre of the war. Most of the men who were fit enough to work were rounded up and put to work on building up the islands defences but because Paul had been so helpful and could speak German, he was allowed to work the farm and help the Germans where needed.

Our farm was chosen to billet the artillery officer as well as one of the SS officers who was in charge of security in our area of the island, we also had the SS officer's driver billeted in the smallest bedroom. Rebecca was responsible for cooking, cleaning and looking after the needs of the Germans. Fortunately for me, Rebecca found great pleasure in warming the German officer's beds for them. I was well and truly pregnant by the time I was dragged into the SS officer's bed, fortunately the heavy work of lifting potatoes was over so I wasn't needed in the field so much.

The Germans had committed ten thousand troopes to looking after the Channel Islands, that worked out to one German soldier to every five people living on the islands. I found it a little oppressive really, like having CCTV cameras on every corner watching you, not that I was supposed to even know what a TV camera was, never mind a CCTV camera. Paul kept reminding me that every soldier on the Channel Islands meant one less soldier available to fight our soldiers and the reason to have so many soldiers on a peaceful island like Jersey...that was simple, the island had an airstrip that could have been used by the British to attack the Germans in France or Germany, so, rather than a force of occupation, it was a force to deny access to a landing strip just fourteen miles from the newly conquered French coast. Even a small air force could have denied German access to the main French ports as well as a potential launching point for commando raids into France.

Once the Germans realised that almost every able bodied man had been evacuated from the Channel Islands before they arrived, they had to start shipping slave labour in from other conquered countries, mainly Slavic Jews to build a concrete wall of defences around the island. Jersey became a three whore society, there were the unpaid whores like Rebecca and me, allowing a few German officers to fuck us for a quiet life...there were the battalion whores, the unfortunate girls and young women who were taken away from home and forced to service around twenty men a day, seven days a week...and then there were the Slavic women who had to make themselves available to comfort the slave workers in the internment camps, they probably had far more customers than the one hundred and twenty a week for the Battalion whores.

I was given a date for my projected birth but I knew far better when he would come, Paul kept telling me not to pin my hopes on having a boy, he was thinking up girls names as well as boys. When my due date passed and Paul began to worry, he couldn't believe just how calm I was about it all. I already knew that Ronald would be born on my exact birthdate. I'd shared fourteen birthday parties with my grandfather so far, I also knew the exact date that I would die, I knew what I would die of and I knew that no matter how often Paul and I fucked, Ron would be our only child together.

The day before my birthday I told Paul that I would deliver his son the following day and that we would be able to have lunch before I would actually give birth. My midwife was very surprised that I was able to eat even though I was having powerful contractions while sitting at the dinner table. "I suspect that it's just a false alarm, I'll come back tomorrow and see how you're getting on!"

"No nurse, please stay, my baby will be here by two o'clock and it will be an uncomplicated birth."

I had read my great grandmother's account of the birth of my grandfather during my first week on holiday at the farmhouse so I knew exactly what to expect from the time of day to the people who were present at the birth so I knew exactly what would happen and when. Even though I was only just turning fifteen years old, I gave birth to my own grandfather without any pain or problems!

Over the next sixty odd years I allowed everything to happen exactly as it had the first time around. I'd been tempted to avoid the bad things but I just couldn't. I even wrote the note to myself a year before the accident that killed me. I'd put my house in order, I'd written my will and arranged my own funeral and on the fateful day I stepped onto the boat even though I knew that it would sink just an hour away from Cherbourg and that all aboard would be lost.

I heard a loud bang from somewhere close to the engine room, there was a flash and I felt myself flying through the air towards a thick steel bulkhead ten feet away from me. The cabin suddenly turned dark and I stopped with a thud well short of the bulkhead, I was soaking wet and felt my back, I was against a soaking wet garden wall surrounding a cottage and my mother had dropped her bicycle and ran to my side, she was screaming for help and fretting wildly about my slumped body. As I got my senses back I was actually trying to sooth my mother, quieten her down as people crowded around us, someone phoning an ambulance, someone else phoning the police, a boy running to the farmhouse to fetch my father and grandfather.

I had fractured ribs and patches of burnt skin, I was in hospital for three days of observations and as I lay immobile on my sickbed I vowed to myself to give Robin a very special seventeenth birthday present when I finally returned back home to England!

Was it all just a dream, did I manage to live for sixty years in the space of a flash of lightening or can such strange things really happen? You'll have to decide that for yourself!

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