The Wreck of the Horstfels - Sex Stories

The Wreck of the Horstfels

... my step-mother had given him instructions to transfer to me half ownership in the bungalow. I saw in this move another part of her plan to tempt me into marriage with her and keep me tied to her apron strings. "I've drawn up the papers and all it now requires is your signature," he told me. He passed me his fountain pen with the remark, "By the way, did you know she was one of the villagers at the Horstfels incident just before the war? Gashed her leg terribly. Nearly bled to death." "I know nothing of it," I told him. "Well, you'll find it all set out in the commendation the Germans sent." He went to a filing cabinet and brought out his 1939 file. "Yes, I've got the translation here. The Germans weren't very popular in 1939 as you can imagine and not as much was made of their commendation as should have been. Want a photocopy?" After reading the commendation I rang Adalind and asked her to come for lunch in Worthingthorpe as I needed to discuss the sharing of ownership in the bungalow. After we ate I got her to accompany me to the shingle bank. She was none too keen on this since it was an awkward place to get at, but I insisted. I led her down the long stairway to the marshes. Corn was growing there. Each year the blades pushed their way up to the stage of full corn in the ear, but it was never reaped, a mere travesty of what corn should be. So it fell and died, and next year fresh life reappeared, curiously persistent. The cargo of the Horstfels . Finally at the shingle ...

... bank I showed her the skeleton of the Horstfeld , its rusty heavy machinery, transverse frames and the keel resting in the shingle bed. I got her to stand on the keel so that she stood higher than I, took out the 1939 German commendation and read it to her: "On 13 December 1938 on the shingle bank at Worthingthorpe where the German coaster Horstfels had grounded, 16-year old Miss Adalind Bundsoe volunteered against advice to board the almost submerged wreck to search for the captain's missing eight-year old daughter believed to be hiding below. Rough seas were sweeping the deck and the tide was still making. Despite the danger to her life and limb, Miss Bundsoe went below, found the child and brought her up to rescuers. As Miss Bndsoe was leaving the wreck it shifted and she sustained a serious injury to her right leg. In consideration of the above facts as authenticated by the crew, the German association for the saving of life at sea awards its gold medal for outstanding bravery to Miss Adalind Bundsoe." Neither of us would ever forget the scene which was now played out between us. Here was the true female hero of the Nordic fairy tale, the Queen of the North, and in that wild windy spot against the backdrop of shipwreck Adalind lent an air of high ceremonial. On my knees I asked for her hand in marriage. "Do you promise to love, honour and obey me all your life?" she asked. "Come hell or high water," I promised. "Then I accept you. At bloody last!" And I kept my promise ...