Cursed through the Generations – Excerpt 17

Cursed through the Generations – Excerpt 17

  I was much happier cavorting with my maids, both of whom would happily bend to my wishes and desires. They had learned to keep their mouths shut and graciously accept the little gifts given for services rendered.

But like all the good things in my life, it came to an abrupt end. Josie became pregnant and when interrogated by my wife and her Mother, named me as the Father, so much for loyalty. it might not have been so bad, but Adeline desperately wanted a child herself.

Adeline didn’t say anything immediately, she kept it bottled up and let it fester like a cancer in her womb. Then one fateful night, when there was a terrible storm raging outside. She came at me with her accusations, I was caught off guard. I was under the impression it had been dealt with quietly, I had no idea that she knew.

She screamed at me, punching and pummelling at my chest, calling me by words a lady should not know. The storm outside raged unabated, and Adeline stormed at me with similar ferocity, She was a woman misused, she had every right to scream at me, I had betrayed her….often!

She was just starting to calm a little, when there was a flash and an explosion. Lightning had struck the house, the roof was falling in. I grabbed Adeline and virtually pushed her down the stairs, the upper floor had caught fire and it was spreading rapidly. Adeline had slipped on the stairs and fallen. I ran to her and hoisted her up on to my shoulders, she was heavy, but I managed to get her down the stairs, through the hallway and clear of the building.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 71 )

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 71 )

  But when all is said and done, we are still kin, theological disagreements aside. I did enjoy my stay at my Brother’s Parish. I was brought up in the country and loved it still.

I ventured out each day after breakfast and walked for miles through the countryside. Everything was so fresh and green after the squalor of Whitechapel . I gulped in the fresh country air like a drowning  man , clinging to his last hope of survival.

Everything around me was growing and flowering, the fields seemed to be alive, whereas back in London, all was rot, decay and disease. I think it was then that I made a mental note, one day, when my task is done, I will leave the city and return home to the country. I feel comfortable here, away from the squalor that is Whitechapel.

Whether it will be this country or another, I know not, who knows where fate may lead me, I’m still a relatively young man, anything could befall me. Who knows? one day I may even find contentment, or is that too much for a man of my kind to hope for, I wonder ?, maybe my brother is praying for my soul!

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Air Aces of World War One

rene fonck 1Colonel Rene Paul Fonck – French and Allied Ace of Aces 1894 / 1953 Part 2

 At the age of 23, on 15th of April 1917 “Bloody April” as it was termed by the Allies. Fonck received a coveted invitation to join the renowned Escadrille les Cicognes, Group de Combat 12 with its four escadrilles or squadrons, was the worlds first fighter win

The leading French ace, Georges Guynemer, served at that time in one of its Escadrilles N.3 where he had just scored his 36th Victory. Fonck was assigned to another escadrille in the group Spa.103, Flying the Spad VII. He rapidly made a reputation for himself by achieving his Ace status by the 13th of May. He scored another victory on June the 12th, then nothing until the 9th of August, he scored twice more in August on the 21st and 22nd.

On the 14th of Sepember he killed the pilot of a German observation plane and watched as the plane inverted and almost dropped the thrashing observer through the wing of Fonck’s Spad. He even went to the extreme of tearing the barograph out of the cockpit of that days victim, his twelfth, so that its readout would confirm his combat report.

September and October had added four more victories to Fonck’s total score. by the end of 1917, Fonck’s total score was 19, he had been made an Officer and been awarded the Legion d’Honneur. Fonck only improved. Already known for his clinical professionalism, he applied mathematical principles to combat flying and his engineering knowledge regarding the capabilities of the aircraft he flew was unsurpassed amongst his fellow pilots.

Fonck took few chances, patiently stalking his intended victims from higher altitudes. He then used deflection shooting with deadly accuracy on enemy pilots at close range. Resulting in an astonishing economy of ammunition per kill. More often than not, a single burst of less than five rounds from his lewis gun would be sufficient. His preferred method of Aerial combat was not to engage in dogfights, but to carry our surgically merciless executions.

 

To Be Continued ………….

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 70 )

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 70 )

  ‘It is bad, but it is more in the communities living conditions, which are for the most part filthy and squalid, the people do what they can, but in the main they are poor and unemployment is rife in the area!’ was my earnest reply.

‘And what of this creature,” The Ripper “, is he one of your local celebrities, he is getting more publicity than the Holy Father!’ stated my pious brother.

‘He his as, I personally see it performing a public service, in that he is only killing the most verminous of whores, the biggest pollution on our streets,’ I declared.

‘Do you feel no pity, Brother for their souls, they are human after all?’ said my sainted sibling, but he has not had to deal with them and tolerate their scorn, as I have.

What began as a conversation, ended as a theological argument, with my Brother holding all the aces, but then he has the Pope and Holy Mother Church in his corner.

I was sorely tempted at on point to ask him to hear my confession, where I would describe in the most lurid detail, how I had despatched my victims. He might have understood but I doubt it, my sainted Brother can only see the good in people. He should come to Whitechapel and see and smell the evil and avarice on a daily basis, the way that I have too.

Then and only then might he condone my acts, but I wouldn’t bank on his forgiveness, his mind his controlled by Mother Church.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 23

Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 23

The Mayor, for once was caught off guard, the next thing he knew, Maude was unbuttoning his flies and groping in his ‘y’ fronts. For possibly the first time in years the Mayor was not in control of the situation, what might this crazy woman do next? he was about to find out.

But on the plus side she was obviously gagging for it, this situation although rapidly spiralling out of control might still be turned to his advantage. Maybe lady luck was on his side.

Maude, by now totally out of control staggered to her feet and started ripping off her clothes, once naked she grabbed the Mayor by his ‘y’ Fronts crying, ‘Give me your babies, I want all your babies and I want them now!’ so saying and still grasping the Mayor by his underpants, she collapsed over the arm of the sofa with her more than ample buttocks stuck up in the air.

The Mayor, never a man to look a gift horse in the mouth, or any other part of its anatomy for that matter, dropped his trousers and entered Maude from the rear, doggie – fashion, all of his earlier caution forgotten at the sight of Maude’s  more than ample buttocks.

It was not mind-blowing sex, the Mayor made a few grunts, Maude a few moans then a squeal like a startled cat and it was all over. The Mayor was a little disappointed, he had expected so much more. Maude however was ecstatic, for some reason, never stated, she had convinced herself that she and the Mayor were now engaged to be married.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

 

Curse Through the Generations – Excerpt 16

Cursed Through the Generations – Excerpt 16

  I grasped one of her breasts and flicked and teased the nipple with my tongue, once it was erect I sucked on her teat, she moaned with pleasure at my ministrations. I changed breasts and repeated the procedure, once again she moaned with pleasure. I moved my hand down between her open legs and impaled her with three of my fingers, which  I rapidly moved in and out of her body, she arched her back to meet me and came once again in a shuddering climax.

I raised her up and kissed her gently, but passionately on the lips, a kiss that she happily returned, then I told her, ‘Get dressed, its time to go, and here’s a silver shilling for your birthday, enjoy! ‘Thank you, Sir!’ She said and tried to curtsy, but fell over giggling to herself, I picked her up, made sure she looked relatively decent, then ushered her to the door, opened it and saw her outside, I closed it behind her with a satisfied smirk on my face.

On Adeline’s return I once again played the attentive husband, confessing to her that I had been lost without her. She primped and simpered and fussed around me so much, that in what must have been a touch of guilt, I bedded her.

The following morning I woke and looked at her lying there and felt sick to my stomach, she may well be the lady of the house. But given the choice, I would much sooner bed her maids, either of them. Making love to my wife was drudgery, but I suppose necessary, anything to keep her sweet and pliable to my wishes.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 69

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 69 )

  I decided on impulse to go to the country and visit my sibling the Reverend Giles, he couldn’t grant me redemption, but maybe he could point me in the right direction. I was owed some leave from the Infirmary, so I requested five days, so that I could visit my brother at his parish.

I also visited Division ‘H’ To inform Inspector Abberline of my plans, I felt it only polite, after all I was assisting the Police, albeit in a voluntary capacity. I gave him my brother’s address and assured him if anything happened he could contact me and I would return Immediately.

It was a half days journey by train to my brother’s parish , but it literally flew. I was quite looking forward to seeing my sibling, now the very Reverend Giles, a man of the cloth, the boy who had followed in his father’s footsteps, unlike me, who had chosen his own path in life.

I was given a very warm welcome by my brother, but I would have expected no less, we were very close even as children. Giles very tactfully made no mention of my marriage, at which he had officiated, nor the events afterwards in which I take little pride. But I am equally sure that my father would have confided in him about the situation I had found myself in due to my own stupidity and poor judgement.

But he was eager to hear of my exploits in London, and Whitechapel particularly, due to all the articles in the broadsheets, everyone in the country had heard of Whitechapel. Giles asked me, ‘Is Whitechapel as bad, as it is pictured, for it seems like a veritable Sodom and Gommorah, within our capital city?’

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Air Aces of World War One

 

Rene Fonck
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Colonel Paul Rene Fonck – French and Allied Ace of Aces 1894 / 1953

 

Fonck was born on the 27th of March 1894 in the village of Saulcy – sur – Meurthe in the Vosges region of North Eastern France. Fonck left school aged 13. When conscripted for service, Fonck who had been interested in Aviation from childhood was rejected for an immediate transfer to the Air service, instead he was requested to do five months basic training with the Combat Engineers. His basic training duties first involved him in digging trenches near Epinal, and later in repairing bridges on the Moselle river.

On the 15th of February 1915, he was finally accepted into basic training to learn how to fly. He entered training first at St.Cyr and then at Le Crotoy on a Bleriot ‘Penguin’ a reduced-wingspan flightless version of the Bleriot XI, that gave the sensation of flying without actually leaving the ground. Fonck completed his pilot’s training and was sent to Ecadrille C.47 flying Caudron G.III observation aircraft.

On the 25th of May 1916, Fonck’s observer was killed by an Anti- Aircraft shell burst, a fate that almost befell Fonck a few weeks later. Fonck claimed his first victory in July 1916, but it was unconfirmed. On the 6th of August 1916, he attacked a Rumpler C.III and by manoeuvring over and around the enemy aircraft, staying clear of its field of fire, he eventually forced it to land behind the French lines for his first conformed victory, although it was shared with his observer, Lieutenant Thiberge. For this exploit he was awarded the Medialle Militaire in August 1916.

On the 17th of March 1917, Fonck scored for the second time, downing an Albatros in conjunction with his observer, Sergeant Huffer. By this time Fonck had amassed over 500hrs flying time, an incredible amount in these, the early days of aviation.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 68 )

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 68 )

  But first a little respite, get the authorities to relax their grip a little, things are getting a little too tense, lets get back to normality for a while. There are too many watchers on the streets at the moment, both Police and Vigilante’s, let things ease off for a while and their numbers may decrease.

The thing that I needed most was more information on my potential victims, the more information that I could glean both about them and their habits. The easier it would be to despatch them with a minimum of risk to my own person. My little scrape with the law had been a sharp reminder that even with my intelligence and guile, I was not invincible, much as I liked to believe.

I would send for McGinty and tell him to keep a close watch on them both, as best he could, in the hopes that at sometime during the week they were close to each other, failing that I would have to deal with them separately, but on the same day.

If this were to be the situation, after I had dispatched Liz Stride, the killing of Catherine Eddowes could well put me in danger personally. Because after the first killing, no doubt the hue and cry would ensue once more, and people of all types will be on the streets. Not a place where I would wish to be caught.

Poor Mary, how will she feel when the last of her friends are gone, who can she turn to but me, the man who in turn will destroy her!

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 22

Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 22

  ‘Now, Maude where do I start? Why are you and your ladies determined to cause trouble over our planned Zombie Weekend, what harm is it doing to you? Enquired the Mayor. ‘Well for starters, it will lower the tone of our town, we are for the most part a respectable community,’ answered Maude giving her views on the subject.

‘It is meant to be a harmless bit of fun,’ Stated the Mayor, ‘ I didn’t think you were a prude?’ ‘I’m not!’ answered Maude, ‘I can be quite outgoing, given the right circumstances.’ ‘Let’s not argue, have another brandy, and let’s discuss this like adults.’ insisted the Mayor.

Maude, who let it be said, was not much of a drinker, was now halfway down her second double brandy and was beginning to feel quite amorous towards the Mayor. The Mayor on his side wanted to seduce her and get it over with, but where and how could he start without her screaming the house down. He could be mistaken, but he thought that there was every chance that she might still be a virgin. In which case things could turn really messy.

After considering all the options, he topped up her glass once more, her eyes seemed to be having difficulty focusing and her speech was starting to slur, maybe now was the time to strike. he put his arms around her and was just about to attempt to steal a kiss, when she grasped his head in both of her hands kissing him passionately on the lips, forcing her tongue between his lips.

(C) Damian Grange 2018