Ancestor

Stan Mason

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Sam Ross's wife dies in a car crash after finding him in bed with another woman. After the funeral, he decides to trace his family tree and, as he is Jewish, he reckons that he might trace his ancestors back four thousand years when they hauled stones as slaves to build the pyramids in Egypt. His grandparents all came form different countries and he begins his quest in Minsk in Russia, and goes on to Iasi in Rumania, Warsaw and Ulm in Germany where he meets a young woman with whom he falls in love. They marry and then she has a child. Her cousin, Anna, comes to live with them as a nanny but creates a menage-a-trois with Lesbian interest. Ross however, becomes obsessed with the research into his ancestry and it goes on from there. Full of information, it is an intriguing story with a great deal of interesting features.

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• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 15 janvier 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781783335534
• Langue: English

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Title Page
ANCESTOR

By
Stan Mason



Publisher Information
Ancestor
Published in 2014 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
Copyright © 2014 Stan Mason
The right of Stan Mason to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



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Ruth Ross sped recklessly along the motorway at an incredible speed, weaving in and out of the traffic in front of her at random. Fellow drivers made their feelings well-known to her by pressing their car horns, trying to warn her of the impending danger of a collision but she neither heard them nor did she care. The red Ferrari she was driving was capable of racing at almost two hundred miles an hour as she placed her foot down hard on the accelerator fearlessly regardless of her fate. Nothing mattered any more... life wasn’t worth living! She had just witnessed her husband in flagrante delicto with another woman in one of the bedrooms of her home which appalled her. The horror of the scene was more than any woman could stand. All the love and devotion she had give her husband throughout the years of their marriage was destroyed in that moment of betrayal. The thrust that had existed between them was shattered in an instant like crystal glass breaking as if fell from someone’s hand to smash into smithereens on the floor.
As the red Ferrari raced swiftly along the motorway, narrowly avoiding a collision with a multitude of other drivers, a police car, checking the speed of passing vehicles, recorded the rate at which she was travelling. Without delay, it moved out to chase her, its siren blaring out into the night like a lonesome banshee. She failed to hear is as the tears rolled down her cheeks, and she clutched the steering-wheel staring vacantly at the way ahead. She had loved her husband dearly all their married life but all that was not gone... there was nothing left for her to live for. The misery which hammered through her mind grew with each mile until it reached a point where it overwhelmed her entirely. Without warning, she deliberately pulled hard at the steering-wheel, veered sharply towards the hard shoulder on her left and disappeared over the embankment. The car rolled over and over down the slope before bursting into flame. Within seconds, the noise of the explosion rang throughout the countryside as the petrol tank blew up causing the conflagration to light up the night sky. Suddenly, within a period of a few seconds, Ruth Ross was no more. All the shock, the pain, the anguish, and the misery vanished as she swiftly left this world to travel to the next one. The police car drew up on the hard shoulder of the motorway and two police officer emerged to look down at the flaming wreckage.
‘Any chance that she was thrown out of the vehicle before it exploded?’ questioned one of them, with an element of sadness in his voice although he already knew the answer.
‘No chance!’ returned the other man firmly, shaking his head slowly. ‘No chance!’
‘What causes someone to drive that crazily endangering their lives and the lives of other people?’ asked the first police officer scratching the back of his head.
‘You know what people are like these days,’ declared the first policeman. ‘They buy fast cars and want to race them to the limit. I think it’s got something to do with the genes in their blood.’
‘What a waste whoever it was,’ commented the first policeman sombrely before going back to the police car to report the incident through to headquarters by means of the car radio.
Their comments were lost to Ruth Ross. Her body was burning in the wreckage like a steak roasting on the grid iron of a barbeque. She was no longer an attractive middle-aged woman full of vivacity an joy but a charred lifeless cinder without grace, without a body, without a mind!
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Sam Ross, her husband, did not feel ashamed of himself. He had believe that Ruth would be playing bridge with her friends for the whole evening and that she wouldn’t be bank until very late. His sexual life had been quite promiscuous, having had very brief affairs with a number of women over the past twenty years. He kept his secret well away from him wife who never seemed to realise that he was deceiving her. Well, during the first years of their marriage, she was looking after their two children like a mother hen, and he had spare time to do as he wished, so he turned his attention to other women. At a time when the sexual drive of other men started to wane, his seemed to be increasing much to his delight. Then, when two of the ladies who played bridge failed to show up because of illness, Ruth returned home to find him in her bed making love to Laura, an immigrant from the island of Aruba in the West Indies. She stormed out of the house in a state of shock, climbed into the red Ferrari and drove off before he could dress and talk to her about his indiscretion. The presence of his wife in the bedroom witnessing him in bed with another woman was sufficient to terminate his lust for the evening. He took some money from his wallet to give to the woman and she left. It was almost two hours later, after the police had checked the registration number of the car and traced it back to him, that he learned of the death of his wife. His feelings were rather benign. They had been married for over thirty years, brought up two children, changed house twice, and had grown very much apart during the last ten years. He reflected that when they first me, she was the only thing he wanted in life, but as time passed by, loved faded into companionship and then fell to an even lower level. He was sad to learn that she had died, but he felt no pity or shame that it had been his fault. She could have turned the other cheek... after all they hadn’t made love together for over fifteen years and even slept in separate bedrooms. It could hardly be called a marriage. Such was life for many long married couples... often ending in dissatisfaction, disharmony, and despair.
Ross’s real name might have been Schmuel Musaphia except that his mother decided to change it before he was born. The decision to do so wasn’t because his mother wanted to become Anglicised, although the idea had preyed upon her mind for some considerable time, No... there were two different reasons for her reaction. Her maiden name was Rosenberg and she had married a man whose surname was Musaphia. Although her husband’s name was clearly not British, it failed to trouble her until one day when a postman delivered a package to her. He told her it had been addressed to Mrs. Musterpickles and the slight spurred her on to make the change. The second reason was that she realised that, World War Two was imminent and that all the members of her family were Jewish. The newspapers had been full of articles relating to the intentions of Adolph Hitler with regard to the Jewish race. He had removed them from universities and teaching posts, and had denied them access to other professions as well as forcing most of their shops to close. Annihilation of the Jewish race was in his mind for reasons that no one could fathom except to assume that the German Fuehrer had lost his mind. How could anyone reduce a human race to second-class citizenship and humiliate them so publicly... let alone driving such desperate fear into them! Consequently, in order to avoid future danger to herself and her immediate family, and also to deny anyone else calling her Mrs. Musterpickles, his mother changed her name legally by Deed Poll just before he was born so that after he arrived in the world, Sam’s name was registered on his birth certificate as Sam Ross, the son of Joseph and Doris Ross. It was doubtful whether the change would have amounted to a hill of beans had the German conquered Britain even though many Jews changed their names in the hope that they would avoid capture and slavery. There was a flurry of custom to solicitors for Deeds Poll whereby some Jewish people altered their surnames from Cohen. Greenberg, Levy and Rosenberg to Jones, Smith, Williams, Thomas and, in dire cases of paranoia, to McGregor and McTavish. Such subterfuge would hardly have fooled the Gestapo who would have rooted out every single Jew in Britain had they invaded.
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After he had matured in life and gone beyond his teenage years, Ross applied to one of the leading banking institutions for employment and soon became a teller in a local branch. He was pleasant and like by the staff and the customers, passing his banking examinations in fairly quite time. As a result, he moved slowly up the ladder of promotion until becoming one of the middle managers at the Head Office of the bank enjoying a far superior role and a much higher salary each month. He was a frugal man who spent very little on himself and so he accumulated a large sum of money which settled him for the rest of his life in relative comfort and luxury. His children had grown up and left the coop and they had both married and were financially well-off and his wife only bought new clothes for special occasions such as weddings or bar mitzvahs. There was really nothing more material for them to have to purchase.
He had retired from the bank only six months earlier and his main interests were reading and woman. For some strange reason, his sexual drive had increased substantially and he yearned to touch, kiss, caress and seduce young women. It first began when he started to interface with the fem