To Save a Life
Copyright© 2022 by Mustang
Chapter 58
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 58 - A wounded soldier separated from his Regiment, finds aid and comfort with a Dutch family. He spoke very little Dutch, the girl spoke no English.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Romantic Fiction Military War Sharing Incest Group Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex
I led Lieutenant Morrison to the Opel. Lana, Boris, and Benthe were standing by it, and I saw him instantly notice the revealing cleavage their bodices revealed. He stood beside Lana, getting a good view of the inner halves of her breasts.
‘Ik ben bang dat de naam van sergeant Van Den Muir niet op de passagierslijst staat. Ik weet niet wanneer hij naar Canada kan terugkeren, of dat je met hem mee kunt gaan.”
“I’m afraid that Sergeant Van Den Muir’s name is not on the passenger manifest. I don’t know when he can return to Canada, or if you can go with him.”
“Hoe moeten we naar Canada komen? Mijn dochter en ik zijn allebei zwanger. We hebben de overblijfselen van onze boerderij achter ons gelaten en hebben iets van waarde bij ons.”
“How are we supposed to get to Canada? My daughter and I are both pregnant. We left the remains of our farm behind us and have everything of value with us,” Benthe stated on the verge of tears.
“Waar moeten we slapen en eten? We hebben geen huis meer om naar terug te gaan. Canada zou ons nieuwe thuis moeten zijn!”
“Where are we supposed to sleep and eat? We have no home left to go back to. Canada is supposed to be our new home!” Lana cried out.
“Father Dekker, a Catholic priest in Apeldoorn, told us he had arranged everything, including their immigration papers,” I stated.
“Did you say, Father Dekker? Just a moment I’ll be right back!” Lieutenant Morrison said, hurrying back to the office.
He returned a moment later, carrying a large envelope. “When you said, Father Dekker, it jogged my memory. This was delivered to us the other day with Father Dekker’s name on it. I assumed it was for him.”
He opened the envelope, taking out the contents. The Lieutenant read them over quickly. He then looked at the passenger manifest.
“There it is! Father Dekker, four passengers! The Hague, to Liverpool, then onto Halifax, Nova Scotia!” He pointed to his name on the list. “He should have put your name and the others on the list, and there wouldn’t have been any confusion.”
Lana, Boris, and Benthe were looking at us as we spoke, noticing my change in expression. The Lieutenant looked over the papers. “I’m no immigration officer, but everything seems to be in order.”
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