“Oh, honey, I'm not going to hurt you. If anything ever hurts that I do to you, tell me right away and I'll stop.”I had no choice but to hope he ...as telling the truth. He put me back on the bed with my bottom up again, and put on a latex glove. Now I became more scared! “What's that for?” I asked, tears welling up in my eyes. “I'm just going to test to see if your rectum is clean,” he replied softly.“But you gave me that enema! It has to be clean!” I protested.“Small enemas don't always. “You can hear the whistle half way to Ludington. Lake boats set their clocks by it.”“Why 6:30 if the mill starts at seven?”“If you’re late you’re fired.”“Oh.”“Every sawmill on the Michigan side of the big lake shuts down in 1942. Every mill hand under the age of 40 gets drafted. The work is deemed unsuitable for women, and not essential for the war effort. Pentwater wives and girls move across the water to Manitowoc and work in the shipyard. By the end of the war Pentwater is almost a ghost. She went back to her hotel room and took off her heavy coat, sweater, skirt and tights. She donned a sleeveless top which came down only to three inches above her navel, leaving a vast expanse of her gently swelling stomach bare to the wind. Walking shoes and tiny shorts completed her outfit. She had not known what was in her mind when she purchased these garments earlier in the week or when she put them into her luggage before coming down here. She knew now!"Gosh, that's better!" She had been. Both their bodies were shiny with oil and with sweat. They were wet not only with sweat but also with their combined juices. She had sat astride him and rubbed her wet cunt over his chest while he had grabbed handfuls of her breasts. He had plunged his fingers into her and spread her juices and his spunk over her breasts and it had dribbled out of her cunt over her thighs and between the cheeks of her bottom and then had been rubbed all over the two of them as they grappled and clung to each.