Just then a gust of wind caused one of the coals in the firepit to flare up, casting both light and a small but welcome bit of warmth onto Jane’s cr...tch. As instructed she began to fondle herself, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples, which were erect from both arousal and cold. Then she slid one hand down between her legs, spreading her labia and pushing a finger inside.Jane was conscious of movement in the camp, of figures creeping closer from out of the dark. It might have been her. As they stood in anticipation, more and more women filed in, and soon all the available spaces were filled. And then, although there were many women still outside waiting to get in, the factory doors were closed and the working day began. And tedious, tiring, monotonous and unrelenting it was too. Fortunately, Tracey had had her share of factory jobs in the past, so she knew more or less what was expected of her. Like the other girls on her conveyor belt, she was issued with a pair of clear. " She was flushed and agitated, "it would have been all my fault, I shouldn't have badgered you over those bloody silly names." I handed her the book I had bought at W H Smith's on the way over to her house."I stopped to get this." It was a paper back copy of ' Death to the French'She gazed at me for a few seconds then threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. We stayed like that for a moment."You better let me in, your neighbours will be throwing a bucket of water over us else!"I could see. It felt that the weight of the entire world had just been lifted off of my shoulders. I can’t describe the feeling, but for the first time in a very long time, I felt a sudden peace.“You thought I was talking about someone else?” She asked.I nodded dumbfounded. The lump in my throat stopped me from talking.“Even though you thought I was talking about another man, you supported me. No Jeff, it’s you. I have been fighting this since that day here in this room, when we...” she stopped.I got up and.