He looked left and saw the signal repeated. His spirits rose. Perhaps this 'Big Push' would really end the war.The German supports were deserted. Eith...r they had all been caught in the front line or else they had withdrawn. He halted the men and set them to digging in. Tired as they were, they responded immediately. Should a counter-attack come, the trenches would be useless. The parapets, what was left of them, faced the British Lines. New parapets had to be thrown up and a fire step cut. They. ..End of chapter one.He continues with the second part:okay, to the story:It's always tricky for me to continue work on a vision you have started, but it's a good challenge. Like painting a picture when someone else has selected the colors. I step over to the partition and give a soft tap with a knuckle. "Come over if you wish."There is a moment of silence, then movement and a few seconds later a woman enters our dressing room. She is perhaps 40 years old, small and slender. Her blonde hair. Getting out of the car is always the hardest thing to do. A car isn'tmuch protection from other peoples wandering eyes, but it is betterthan nothing and it does at least hide your lower body from view. Onceyou're out the car, every part of you is visible.There were three other cars parked in the car park. There were nopeople around which, as I climbed out my car, I told myself was ablessing. Of course, three cars meant that there were at least threepeople on the path I was about to run. ” Jill grinned, “No chance buster!” She combed things into place for a quick look, moved me over to the kitchen sink, removed my glasses, bent me over and washed my hair. Having finished she put a large towel round me, covered me over and sat me back down. She moved back a bit and I heard her pick up her comb and scissors again as I dried things off a bit. “Not too dry,” she said and took the towel away. She took my breath away as well. Six inches in front of my eyes were a lovely pair of naked.