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Published : 26 Nocember 2021
Defence Regulation 18B, Internment Story Code: M/F, Blackmail Defence Regulation 18B, Internment We had a good life together, I was a professional ladies hairdresser and my boyfriend was a gentleman's barber...we formed a partnership, sharing a shop as well as a bed and all was going very well until June nineteen-forty when Benito Mussolini threw his, and his countries hand in with Adolf Hitler. I'm a Scottish woman, Mary McGoldrick, and my partner was an Italian prisoner of war from the First World War, he was captured and placed in a prison camp in Renfrewshire in nineteen-fifteen and after the war, he settled in Scotland rather than return to Italy. Rumours were running wild that all over England, former Italian citizens were being rounded up and placed on overcrowded prisons and that the British government were going to have to do something to alleviate the overcrowding soon or things would explode. News from Liverpool wasn't good either, the cruise ship SS Arandora Star was being painted battleship gray and having every ounce of comfort removed...the first set of rumours were that it had been requisitioned as a troop ship to take soldiers to Africa but Liverpool was just the wrong place to set up a ship for a trip to Africa, Liverpool was a usual departure port for the Americas not Africa...and when port workers told people that the grand ball room and the three dining rooms were all being willed with extra beds, we all knew that it wouldn't be carrying troops, it was destined to be a prison transport ship. When the SS Aransora Star had been a first class cruise liner, it had less than four hundred passenger beds in total, the Liverpool dock workers told people that the grand ball room had that many bunks beds in it and the three dining rooms together also had four hundred bunk beds all together taking the total capacity to close to twelve hundred people. On the fifth of June nineteen-forty, a police officer came to my shop, he had a list in his hand and said, "I'm looking for Alfonso Conti!" I was washing a ladies hair in my part of the shop, fortunately Alfonso was in the store room filling out an order form for supplies. "I'm sorry officer but my husband had gone to Edinburgh to sort out his migration status, he's stopping in the Italian Mission on Princess street while he sorts things out." As soon as I'd finished cutting my customer's hair, I closed Alfonso's half of the shop down and pushed Alfonso down into the cellar under the shop and told him to stay down there for a while. On the sixth of June, the same police officer returned, they had checked the Italian Mission, it had been closed down and all of the people found there had been interned in prison, just for being Italian citizens but Alfonso wasn't found there. "Well, if the Italian Mission has been closed I'm sure that Alfonso must have gone to a local hotel to stop in while he sorts out his paperwork." The police officer searched all of the rooms on the ground floor as well as in the flat above the shop and once again, he left without Alfonso. A different police officer returned on Friday the seventh of June, he hinted that he would be taking Alfonso with him today, Alfonso or something of greater value! I opened the till, I only had thirty pounds in the till but I offered it all to the police man, "I have all the money that I need, I need something even more valuable than money!" I knew instantly what he wanted from me and I took him to my bedroom and stripped totally so that he could use my body as a bribe to stop him finding and hauling Alfonso off to prison. The deal was struck in bed as I was being fucked...the police officer would record that he had taken Alfonso into custody and put him on the prisoner transport to Liverpool, "In a day or two someone will realise that Alfonso Conti didn't reach Liverpool Detention camp and I'll be sent back to look for him again and I'll be looking for Alfonso or another bribe...just like today!" It was Tuesday the tenth of June when the police officer returned, Alfonso was cutting a man's hair in his barber's chair, the police officer walked straight past Alfonso and said, "I'm here to arrest Alfonso Conti Miss McGoldrick under General regulation eighteen 'B'." I apologised to the lady that I had just started working on and walked into the back room, I pulled my knickers down and lifted my dress up, he fucked me with no love and little passion, I was just a way to empty his balls. The bastard even smiled at Alfonso as he left the shop. I just wiped my cunt clean and returned to my half of the shop and started working on the woman's hair once again. The next police office was a different man but the same demand, he wanted Alfonso but he ignored him totally, came straight to me, made the' "I'm here to arrest Alfonso Conti Miss McGoldrick under General regulation eighteen 'B'." demand and walked towards the back room of the shop, he had turned the handle of the door before I'd put my scissors down. I had to pay a bribe to the first police officer the following week and the week after that we heard that the SS Aransora Star had set sail from Liverpool with seven hundred and thirty-four interned Italian men, four hundred and seventy-nine interned German men and eighty-six German prisoners of war. After the ship set sail, the police stopped trying to arrest Italian and German ex patriots as the pressure to fill the ship had ended. We also heard through the grape vine that the port workers had been told that the SS Aransora was transiting the Irish Sea to The Isle of Man and that was why the ship didn't have a destroyer escort it, also to calm the prisoners down because the ship was actually heading for Canada. On the Tuesday the second of July a police officer approached us in the street and he asked if Alfonso was Alfonso Conti, we looked at each other, we were out in the street walking back from a night of dancing, there was nowhere for me to pay my usual bribe, Alfonso nodded his head slowly, "I'm sorry to have to tell you sir but your shop had been burgled and they've left the place in a mess!" We heaved a sigh of relief at that news but on Wednesday the third of July, as we were cleaning up after our uninvited guest of the previous evening, we heard that the ship that Alfonso had been destined to be on had been torpedoed in the night with tremendous loss of life. I have to say that the news didn't come from the newspapers or the radio, it came from one of Alfonso's friends who worked the docks...I had been feeling guilty for bribing the police the way that I did but having my partner working with me rather than fighting for his life in the North Atlantic, it was with every second of shame that I'd endured. After that close shave, we decided to try to have a child...just in case, just to carry on the Conti family line...it took me seven months to conceive but in November the following year, I had a little baby boy but in all that time, no one had ever mentioned my husband being a threat to the UK again and we lived happily ever after. 1,288 Words.
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