The Wild Dominion Boy
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Chapter 5: Spring 1919
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 5: Spring 1919 - Uprooted from rural Dorset as a child, Jack Barnesfield is given a second chance when he is taken in by a farming family in Ontario. As he grows to manhood, war, love and old grievances shape his life. From the trenches of the Great War to the quiet fields of Canada, Jack journeys in search of justice, only to learn that the things of the past are sometimes best left in the past.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Farming Historical Military War Cheating Cuckold Pregnancy Voyeurism
Jack McMurray booked into the Rose & Crown in Lytchett, Dorset. Being an attractive young man with a strange accent made him somewhat of a celebrity. People would talk to him in the street. If he sat in the public bar he never drank alone.
On his first foray around the town he stopped outside a small cottage. It was in far better condition than he ever remembered. As he stood looking at its whitewashed walls and the roses around the door, a voice came from behind him.
“Lost, are you Yank?” enquired the postman.
Jack was about to explain that he was in fact Canadian but decided against it having had the same conversation with the same man the previous evening.
“What a pretty cottage. We don’t have this sort of thing in Ontario. Who lives here?”
“That would be the Misses Hankin. Unmarried sisters in their sixties. Probably a bit old for a young chap like you, although I must admit I tried myself once or twice,” laughed the postman.
“I suppose that they’ve always lived there?” asked Jack, trying to act as if he didn’t care whether they had or not.
“No, only about fifteen years or so, before that it was owned by old Widow Barnesfield.
“That was a strange case. When she died she had no-one to leave the place to, her daughter and grandson having both run off years earlier.
“From a legal point of view it all got a bit complicated. Anyway, Mr Hurley, the leader of the Parish Council stepped in and sorted it all out, wasn’t that kind of him? He sold the place and used the money to pay for a decent burial and to buy the old lady a headstone. There was quite a bit of cash left over so he gave it to charity; but he never said which one.”
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