True, Mary hadsome very black days. She hadn't known Jack very long, but a mixture ofsurvivor's guilt (why did he die, and not me? I'm glad/sad that i... wasn'tme), and her various physical ailments tried even her patience. Thosewere the days, as every care-giver knows, that no matter what I did itwas wrong.At the end of one of those, I'd like to say that I would just chalk it upto Mary's nearly impossible situation, but I'd be lying. I shouted, Iscreamed, I cried, I went into a massive funk.. ” She was laughing. Once more, old hands at the camp looked up at the barking laugh. They were finding it hard to get used to a jovial leader. In past years some had nicknamed her Stalin. There was no doubt the camp was still well-run, enjoyable and valuable. Now it was happy. Happy was not a description that would have arisen before. Morning talks even covered subjects like being nice to each other, looking out for each other; where previously they would have been an opportunity to remind. The two cars opposite was where all the action was taking place, their interior lights were on, windows down and one door open, with seven men around them, all with their cocks out, reaching in and grabbing bits of flesh, of the two girls being attended to.All their noises reached me, a cacophony of sound of sexual music, as I sat in the darkness, hiking my short dress high over my hips, and started to rub myself, all I needed to do was reach up and turn on my interior light, and let the 'Horn. Her escort handed her arm to the Clan Chief who took her by the elbow and led her forward to the centre where all could see and it started."Who gives this woman to the Clan?" he called and her escort stepped forward to give the reply "I do, Chief." "And who are you?" "I am her husband and her lover" came the reply. Sometimes the reply was husband, lover, or even, on rare occasions, father."And do you give her freely, for the Clan to do with her as they please, without let or hindrance?" "I.