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Subject: {ASSM} The Factory Girl  MF  Mf 1st
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This story is a work of erotic fiction set in the
1830's, probably in New England. Any resemblance to
actual persons and events is purely coincidental.  It
is intended for private enjoyment of the audience. 
Any rebroadcast or distribution of this story without
the express permissioner of the commisssioner is
prohibited. No animals were harmed in making this
story.

Positive feedback or criticism is welcome, at least to
discover that there is at least one reader out there.
Flames are not.

Enjoy

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	The 5:30 factory whistle sounded, signaling the women
that the machines would soon shut down.   They put
away their looms and spindles, and  prepared to go
back to their rooms. Most were tired, having worked
since 7:30 this morning.  But Mary Walsh perked up
when she heard a familiar voice.
	"Miss Walsh, could you step into my office for a
minute?"
	It was William Campbell, the plant manager.  
	"Gladly, Mr. Campbell." she replied. 
	She knew exactly what he wanted.  By the time she
arrived at his office, she had already loosened the
buttons on her blouse.  When she entered, he grabbed
her tightly, giving her a fierce kiss on the lips.  
He undid the buttons on her long skirt, letting it
fall to the floor.   He tried to push her on to his
desk.
	"Wait one second,"  she cried.
	"I want you now, " he demanded.
	"I don't want to rub by ass on the desk." 
	Mary stooped to pick up her skirt to use to cover the
desk.
	"Now it's fine," she said, lustily embracing him. 
	Mary had short brown hair and a pleasant face.  Even
though she wore a long skirt and high neck blouse, a
whale bone corset enhanced and displayed her luscious
figure. 
	He pushed her back onto the desk.  Pale oil lamps
cast a shadow over her body.  She lifted her  rear so
he could push up her corset, to expose her sex.  He
undid his suspenders, to let his trousers fall.   He
pulled his prick from his under clothes and inserted
it into her.  They wanted each other with animal
ferocity.  Mary put her legs on his hips, as he stood
in front of the desk.  There was no love or
tenderness, just lust.
	Mary craved human touch.  She had left an abusive
father several years ago to work in the factory.   A
textile factory fostered an anonymous existence. 
These sessions with Mr. Campbell gave her an identity.
 She also needed the money.
	Campbell enjoyed the power that being a manager gave
him over his female employees.  He looked at them as
his harem, even though he did not touch many of them. 
 He preferred the older women because they were more
experienced and less likely to have a boy friend or
fiance back home on the farm.  Mary's enthusiasm made
her was one of his favorites. 
	The factory had been started twenty years earlier on
the "Lowell" model, which hired country girls for a
few years until they earned enough for a dowry.  
Originally, the factory provided a wholesome
environment,  with the women living in supervised
dormitories.  They wrote plays and published a
newspaper.   It was a finishing school for farmer's
daughters.
	Recently,  all the textile manufacturers had fallen
on hard times due to increased competition and a
recession.  Wages were cut.   As fewer farmer girls
wanted to work at those wages, Campbell had even begun
to hire Irish girls.   But he still had old timers,
such  as Mary, who needed the work, and younger girls
who were only going to stay a few years until they
either found something better or got married. 
	Campbell thrust into Mary at a fever pitch.  
	"Mr. Campbell, that feels so good,"  she moaned.
	He played with her breasts through the petticoat and
corset.    She had her arms around him, pulling him
close.  The tension in her pussy gave her the only
positive feelings in her drab life.  She wanted it to
last as long as possible.
	"Don't finish yet, Mr. Campbell, " she pleaded.
	Campbell ignored her.   He just kept going.   Her
moans increased.  Fortunately, it was enough to bring
Mary over the edge. 
	"I'm getting there, Mr. Campbell.    I'm there! Yes!
I'm there!"  She said between moans.
	Campbell grunted, feeling the tension in his prick. 
He knew he was close. He took that as his cue to
withdraw.  As he did so, a stream of white semen
erupted from his penis, pouring onto Mary's legs.
	"Mary, that was great, as always," he said.   As she
got dressed, he handed her a silver dollar coin.
	"Thank you, Mr. Campbell."  
	After he was dressed, Campbell said, "Mary, I'd like
you to do me a favor.  As you, our orders are down. 
I'm having a buyer from a major wholesaler from the
South visit us next week.  I'd like you to entertain
him, do what ever he asks.  If he give us a large
order, I'll give you twenty dollars."
	To a woman who would normally earn a dollar a day at
the factory, Mary considered twenty dollars a lot of
money.  
	  "What if he doesn't give us the order?"  she asked.
	"I'll still give you ten dollars."  
	"I'd need a new dress if you want me to impress him."

	"I'll buy you one."
	"Why me?  You could hire a whore from downtown if you
want."
	"Because you know the company.   Besides,  I like you
and a  good whore would cost me the same amount of
money."
	"I'll do it, Mr. Campbell."
	
	In  contrast with his passionate experience with
Mary, Campbell's life at home was painfully dull.   He
had loved his wife, Martha when they first got
married.   But she viewed the only purpose of sex was
to have children.  Her children were the only source
of meaning in her life.  She could not comprehend why
a woman would engage in the disgusting act otherwise. 
 She understood that men, like her husband, are
basically animals, with animal instincts.  But she
regarded women as purer,  and above all that.  She
resented his insistence on sex after the children were
born.  She especially resented the knowledge that he
was seeking his pleasure elsewhere.   That meant that
he was weak.   It also potentially endangered her due
to the possibility of disease.   As she grew more
indifferent to sex, he grew more indifferent to her.
	Last night he practically pleaded with her to share
his bed.
	"You have to do your duty as my wife.  I have a right
to this."  He pleaded.
	"Don't soil me with your dirty ideas," she replied
stiffly.    
	He pushed himself on top of her and fondled with her
dress.  She recoiled at his touch.
	"Stop, you dirty man.  You should be ashamed of
yourself."  
	Campbell realized it was no use.  He propositioned
Mary then next day.
	Mary returned to her room after the encounter with
Campbell.  She was greeted by catty comments from the
other girls.
	"Here comes our resident whore."
	"You are such a slut!"
	"You should be ashamed of yourself."
	"You should wait until you are married."
	Mary laughed at them.   She held up her dollar.  "I
made more in half an hour than you made all day.  Mr. 
Campbell is nice.   You girls should thank me.  When
he's with me, he's not bothering you.  Besides, I'm
28.  Who would want to marry me at that age?   Why
shouldn't I have some fun?"
	One girl put a pillow under her dress and said, "One
day you will end up like this."
	Mary replied, "Mr. Campbell is a gentleman.  He is
very careful.  He always pulls out before he squirts
his stuff."
	"Does  Mr. Campbell approach all the girls?"   asked
a new girl, Abby Wilson.
	"Only the ones he knows.  I won't name anybody,  but
I'm not the only one here he spends time with."
	There were a few knowing looks about the room. 
	Abby asked, "What are you going to do with the
money?" 
	"Buy a new dress.  Mr Campbell wants me to meet a
buyer from the South.   Maybe he'll make a big enough
order to give us all work."
	They grudgingly approved of what Mary was doing. 
However,  Beth and Anne resented her because they only
got seventy-five cents.
	Mary did not work at the factory for the next few
days.  She went into the city to have a dress made for
her.   Abby helped her to alter it to enhance her
chest and hips.  
	When, Frank Stewart,  the buyer from Virginia
arrived,  Campbell showed him around the factory. He
made sure that Mary was at her loom when  Stewart
passed by. 
	Campbell introduced him, "Mr. Stewart, this is one of
our best weavers, Miss Mary Walsh.  After our tour,
she has agreed to show around our little town."
	Stewart shook her hand.  "Charmed, Miss Walsh."
	Stewart eyed her approvingly, and wondered what other
charms she might possess.
	Mary and Stewart left the plant early.  They walked
around the town.   Mary showed him the canal which
powers the water wheel for the plant, as well as the
new steam engine for when the river froze.
	"Our rivers don't freeze in Virginia."  Stewart said.
	After a walk by the park,  Stewart asked, "Would
yah'll care to join me for dinner, Miss Walsh?  I am a
long way from home and you are the only pretty young
lady here I know."
	"I'd be delighted, Mr. Stewart."
	She took him to the most expensive restaurant in
town.
	Mary and Frank flirted during the entire meal.  They
each drank a copious amount of wine. Mary described
the quality of the factory, and hoped he would place
an order.
	After dinner, Stewart asked, "May I walk you home,
Miss Walsh?"
	"You can call me Mary.  I live in a dingy rooming
house.  Where are you staying?"
	"At the inn, right here."
	"Let's go there."
	It was the words Stewart wanted to hear. 
	"Have you been to this inn before, Mary?"
	"I've been here with Mr. Campbell."
	Stewart knew he was in.
	They climbed upstairs to Stewart's room.  On the way
they saw a few other men with professional tarts. 
Mary made a mental note of who they were.  
	In the room, Mary kissed Stewart, and then sat on the
bed, waiting for him.  
	"Would you care for a spot of whiskey?"  he asked.
	"Just a bit.  I already had some wine."
	He poured from his flask into two glasses.  He downed
his rapidly, but Mary just sipped, waiting to see what
he would do.
	Stewart sat next to Mary on the bed, putting his arms
around her.  He kissed her tentatively.  Mary wanted a
more direct approach. 
	"Don't you think it's hot in here?"
	She removed her dress and stood in front of him,
wearing just a corset, garter, and hose.
	"Do me a favor and untie my corset, Mr Stewart.  It's
uncomfortable wearing all day."
	The corset wrapped around her body, supporting her
breasts from below.  It went down below her hips,
pulling in her waist.  When she stepped out of it, she
was naked except for her garter belt and stockings. 
Stewart kept staring at her.   He could feel his penis
rising to the occasion.  
	"That feels much better.  Aren't you hot, too?"
	"Yes.   Very hot."  
	Mary started to loosen his shirt and collar.  
Stewart suddenly grabbed her breasts and pulled  them
to his mouth, sucking eagerly.  
	"I love girls with big tits."  he said between
slurps.
	He played with her for several minutes, until Mary
pushed him back on the bed.
	"Let's see if you have enough to please a girl." 
Mary said.
	She unbuttoned his trousers, and put a hand inside.  

	"Oh yes.  You have more than enough."  she sighed. 
	She started to undress him, pulling down his
trousers, and removing his shoes.  Stewart was content
to let her take over.   He wanted this little vixen,
but he was hesitant with a white woman.  Soon she had
him totally naked.  She played with his prick for
several minutes.  
	"Of course you are a gentleman, Mr. Stewart.  You
know how to be careful."
	"I have better idea than being careful.  Let me get
something."
	Stewart retrieved a small pouch from his belonging. 
He removed a small flexible ring. 
	"It's made of animal skin.  Put it on me."  he said.
	He stood in front of Mary.  She had seen a condom
before, so she figured out how to use it to cover
Stewart's prick.  
	"It won't come off?" Mary asked.
	"It never has yet.  Lie back so I can be with you."
	Mary knew she was in for a good time. 
	Stewart resumed his attack on her luscious bulging
breasts.  He licked, sucked and kissed each one while
he squeezed the other.   Mary enjoyed it, but she
wanted more.
	"Put your thing in me.  I want to feel that wonderful
vibration in my quim."  Mary requested.   Stewart was
not used to a woman who demanded sex, but he wanted to
oblige.  He entered her slowly.
	"Go all the way in me. I won't bite."  Mary said, 
though her tight teeth.
	Stewart thrust in the hilt.  Mary placed her legs
over his back so she could feel him more deeply.  	
	"Fill me up.  Give me everything you've got." Mary
demanded.
	Stewart moved in her slowly.  He wanted it to last. 
He felt the wonderful sensations spread over his
penis.   With each movement, they got better.  
	"Mary,  you feel so wonderful, even through the
condom."  Stewart, said breathlessly. 
	"So do you." 
	The surface of Stewart's condom rubbed against her
pussy, getting her even more excited.  Mary used her
legs to pull him into her.  Stewart resumed playing
with her breasts as he pushed rhythmically.  His
twists excited her even more.  They were both grunting
with excitement.
	Mary released first.  She felt engulfed in waves of
pleasure.  But Stewart was not ready. He pushed
harder.  The tension in his prick became unbearable.
	"I want it.   I want it." he grunted.
	Then his groin released repeated spasms of cum.  He
grunted breathlessly with each burst.
His orgasm was enough to trigger another wave in Mary.
 
	They spent several minutes locked together.   Finally
Stewart unwrapped himself from her embraced and lay
next to her.
	"That was wonderful, Mary."
	"Thank you.  I aim to please."
	"I have to clean this pouch."   He said
	He went to the wash stand and rinsed out the condom,
and place it on the rack to dry.
	He used the towel to wash himself and then handed it
to Mary.  He went behind the screen to use the chamber
pot.  Because it was late, they decided that Mary
could not walk home so she slept with him.  In spite
of her numerous experiences with Campbell and others,
Mary had never before spent the night with a man.  
	The next morning,  Stewart had to go to the factory
to negotiate a deal with Campbell.  He asked Mary to
join him that night to celebrate.   Campbell also
wanted Mary to celebrate, but he knew that she had to
go to Stewart.  
	Before he left the next day, Stewart offered Mary
some money.
	"No thank you, Mr. Campbell has already taken care of
me."
	"Well take this ten dollars, anyway.  I had a
wonderful time."
	Mary realized that she had made thirty dollars for
doing  what she enjoyed most.  It would take a month
in the factory to earn that. Mary finally realized
that she could make more money selling sex than she
could weaving.  She knew that being a whore was
dangerous, with the risk of disease and unruly
customers.  But so was being a factory girl.  The job
was mind numbingly dull, but if a girl did not
concentrate she could lose her hand caught in the
machine or have the machine grab her hair and break
her neck.  
	Mary asked some of the women at the hotel for a good
brothel..  The women who saw her with Stewart and
Campbell realized that Mary was a colleague.   She
worked out a deal to live at the brothel, which would
give her room and board and a modicum of protection,
in exchange for splitting what she made.  She
discovered she could earn ten dollars per session. 
Even if she just kept five, she would be very
comfortable.  Unlike many tarts, she did not hope that
someday a man would take her as a mistress.   She
liked meeting and satisfying different men.   But she
always gave Campbell a discount.
	At first Campbell was unhappy that his best partner
had left him.  He still had Beth, Ann, and a few
others, but they were not as energetic as Mary.  One
day he decided to try out Abby Wilson.  
	After calling her into his office, he put his hands
on her shoulders and said, "Miss Wilson, if you do as
I say, I can be very generous."   He then pulled her
close to kiss her.
	"Mr. Campbell! Stop that!  I'm not like some of your
sluts.  I'm a good girl.  I'm saving myself for
marriage.  I'm engaged to be married next year to Tom
Adams, a farmer.   I love him and he's good to me."
	Campbell released her.  He mocked her, "I'm a good
girl.  Fine.  Some day you'll change your tune."  	
	Abby was afraid she had lost her job, but the next
day everything appeared normal.  		Abby came to the
factory after her engagement.  She chose it because
her sisters and aunt had also gone there to earn
enough money for their weddings and dowry.   She was
taller and thinner than Mary, and had a pretty face,
but her body was not as voluptuous as Mary's.  She had
done well in grammar school, but her family did not
have enough money to send her to an academy.   
	She loved Tom Adams.   His farm was only a few miles
from hers, and they had been flirting since childhood.
 Abby stitched  either his name or Mrs. Tom Adams on
her clothes.  She was a very good seamstress and
embroider, whose sampler won several prizes at the
county fair.  Once they became engaged, Abby had 
permitted Tom some intimacies with her body, but they
had stopped well short of intercourse.   Abby felt
wonderful when they touched each other, but she
believed that intercourse belonged to marriage.
	Campbell left her alone for several months.  There
were enough girls who were easy, so he didn't see the
need to fight her.  
	Then she received the letter that changed her life. 
Tom Adams, her beloved and fiance, had married Jane
Smith.  This was followed by another letter than he
had done so because he had gotten Jane pregnant.  
Jane was not nearly as pretty as Abby,  but she was
the daughter of the most prosperous farmer in the
area.  
	Abby was devastated.  She felt her life had lost all
meaning.  She cried when any body tried to comfort
her.   She felt she couldn't go back to the town, for
fear of embarrassment and humiliation.   She refused
to get up to go to work, and even refused to eat.
	Finally,  one of the girls complained to Campbell.
	"You've got to do something about Abby Wilson, Mr.
Campbell.  She misses her fiance, but if she don't
eat, she'll die."
	Campbell reacted to their genuine concern.  He was
egotistical, but not cruel.  
	He went to her room. 
	"Get dressed, Miss Wilson.  You're coming with me."  
He ordered.
	  Abby felt she had to comply with an order from
somebody with as much as authority as he had.  When
she got downstairs, she found him waiting in his
carriage.   He immediately drove out of town to a
country inn.
	At the inn, he ordered some lunch while Abby poured
out her tale of woe.  Abby found herself getting
hungry looking at the chicken and stews, and began to
help herself.   She also drank a lot more wine and
hard cider than she was used to.  
	"Why did he do it, Mr.  Campbell?  He knows I love
him.  Maybe I'm not good enough,  maybe I'm not pretty
any more."
	"You are still very pretty, Abby."
	"You think so?"
	"Yes."  
	It was the first warm feeling  and the first smile
Abby had  since the letter. 
	After Abby had had enough food and wine, Campbell
said, "I not only think you are pretty, I can prove it
to."
	He took her by the hand and lead her to a room in the
inn.   He  had prearranged the room with the inn
keeper.  When they entered the room, Campbell seized 
her by arms and kissed her on the lips.   He made her
lie on the bed, while he fumbled with the buttons on
her blouse  and skit.  He removed her blouse and
tossed on the floor.   Abby was too surprised and
drunk to resist.  
	She knew what he was doing, and felt that she had
somehow deserved it.  If  Tom had betrayed her, why
shouldn't she betray Tom?   She lifted up her rear so
he could remove her skirt.  
	"You have wonderful petite breasts, Abby. I could
play them for hours."  Campbell said. 
	He touched them beneath her petticoat.   She let him
do as he pleased.  She enjoyed the warm sensations
emanating from her chest. 
	"I want to get at them better."  he said.
	He pulled the petticoat off her shoulders until her
breasts were naked.  He then resumed kissing and
fondling them.   After a few minutes, he place a hand
on her pussy.   When she did not resist, he put a 
finger inside her slit.  She squirmed under this
assault, but did not say anything.  Her eyes were
closed, as if she were dreaming.  
	He rapidly removed his trousers.  
	"I want to give you a treat, Abby.  This is to make
it up to you for loosing your fiance."  He said. 
	Abby was frightened by the size of his penis.
	"You'll hurt me with that, Mr Campbell.   You might
make me pregnant."
	"I won't hurt you or get you pregnant"  He said
soothingly, all the while massaging her pussy. 
"Besides, I'm going to take you whether you want it or
not."
	"No. " Abby protested, weakly.
	Campbell climbed on top of her and placed his prick
at the entrance.   He did not want to hurt her because
he wanted her to ask for more.  He pushed in slowly,
but firmly.  
	"No."  Abby protested, knowing it was too late.
	Now he was fully inside, she was at his mercy.  He
did not give her any.   Instead he pumped away at her.
 Abby did not expect herself to react to this assault,
but her body involuntarily did so anyway.   She began
squirming and pushing up against him.  The warm glow
in her pelvis expanded to a roasting fire.  
	"Don't make me do this, Mr. Campbell.  Don't make me
feel this way."  She complained.	
	"Feel what way?"
	"Like my body is on fire."
	Abby felt betrayed by her body almost as badly as she
felt betrayed by Tom.  But the betrayal felt good.  
Maybe being betrayed by Tom was good too.
	By this time, Campbell was too into his own pleasure
to care. He pumped wildly, grunting and breathing
hard,  waiting for the inevitable rush.   When it
came, he pulled out of her, letting his erotic juices
pour over her leg. 
	"So much for being a good girl and saving yourself
for marriage,"  Campbell said, mockingly. 
	But Abby missed the tone of his expression.  She was
too wrapped up in what had happened.  She  pulled him
closer, smiling and relieved that she still had the
ability to make a man happy.   
	"Thank you, Abby.  That was very nice.  Now we have
to get dressed."  Campbell said, matter of factly.
	"Oh, thank you, Mr. Campbell."  She replied quietly.
	Campbell gave her a dollar, which she interpreted as
a gift rather than a payment.
	For the few months,  Abby and Campbell got together
several times a week.   He found  her very obedient to
his wishes regarding positions.  . Abby thought she
loved him because they had sex and he had rescued her
from a bad depression.    
	She would enter his office and say, "How do you want
me, today, dear?"
	He would order her to remove her skirt or bend over. 
  He sometimes took her from behind,  which she found
uncomfortable and humiliating.   She preferred sex
with him on top, but she wanted to please him.   In
general,  he found her to be too limited and passive.
	 She also did not like to take his penis in her
mouth, and especially did not like him to ejaculate
into her.  She did not like the taste and she was
afraid she might get pregnant.  As far as she was
concerned it did not matter which end the semen
entered, it all went into the same body.
	He also did not like that Abby was also jealous of 
his other girlfriends.  Even though she knew he was 
married, she  fancied herself to be special.  She
accepted his money because he was wealthier than she
was.   After their encounters, she said, "I love you,"
partly to convince herself.   He never replied.
	One afternoon, she was getting ready for sex with him
in his office.  But when she entered she saw him
standing behind an Irish girl, with his member up her
ass,  while she was sucking the foreman's prick.
	"How could you?  I thought we had something special. 
That is so disgusting!" she exclaimed.
	"Do  want to take her place?"  Campbell said,
casually.
	"That is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen.  I
never want to see you again!"  She screamed at him.  
Although part of her wondered what it must feel like
to have her ass skewered by a prick the size of
Campbell's.  
	Abby stormed out of his office, angry at him for
using her and angry at herself for letting him.   She
knew she could never go back to the factory.  She just
went back on payday to collect her final wages.  
	Abby had enough money from her wages and the money
Campbell had given her  to support herself for a few
months, but that could not last.    She knew where
Mary was living, so she went to see her.   She told
Mary about her affair with Campbell.
	"I want  to become a tart, like you, Mary.  Nobody
will marry me anyway."  Abby complained.
	"Nonsense.   You are much too sweet for this
business.  You can't let two months with a guy like
Campbell ruin you forever.  I like Mr. Campbell.   He
started me in this business, and I like it.  But he's
not for you.  And being a whore is not for you.  The
fact that you find oral sex or anal sex disgusting
means that you would not do well in this business. 
You can't make any money by saying no. "
	"But where will I live?   How can I support myself?"
	"You do very nice embroidery.   Maybe you could be a
seamstress."
	"All girls do embroidery."
	"Maybe all farm girls do, but here in the city most
don't.   And you could live with that widow cousin
that you sometimes visit.   I have some customers in
the dry goods business.   I'll ask around."
	"Oh, Mary, that would be so wonderful.   I knew you
would be a good friend."
	Within a week, Mary gave Abby the address of a German
Jewish retailer who offered to take her on as a
seamstress and dress maker.  She rented a room from
her cousin, and settled into her sowing.   She made
slightly more money than she did at the factory, but
she was her own boss.  However, she made a lot less
money than Mary.  She found other shop girls in town
who provided a social life.   She was afraid of dance
halls or seamier shows, but she would meet men at work
or at various events.   She was interested in a few
men, but nothing serious came of it.
	One day Tom Adams came into her store.  His mother
was with him,  holding a small baby.   She did not
want to look at him.
	"What are you doing here?"  She asked.
	"Looking for you."
	"Well, you found me.  Now leave."
	"Please forgive me.  When you left for the factory, 
Jane Smith wanted to keep company with me.   One thing
led to another, and she got pregnant.   We had to get
married.   I couldn't leave her then.  This is our
daughter."   He held up the baby.
	"Where is she now?"
	"After we got married, we left town and I bought a
farm in Indiana.  But there was nobody to help her out
there.  She died within a week of giving birth.  It
was horrible."
	"I'm so sorry for you."  
	"Please forgive me,"  he repeated, and got down on
his knees.
	"I can't.   The letter that said you got married to
Jane hurt me so bad, you'll never know.  In my pain, I
did things things that were so bad, you'll never know.
  I almost become something even worse.  How can I
forgive you if I can barely forgive myself? "
	"You didn't wait for me?"
	"How could I?  You didn't wait for me."
	Tom was disappointed that she did not wait for him.  
He tried to understand, but he found it hard.
	"I want to make it up to you.  Marry me."
	"No."
	Tom was surprised by her rejection.  He looked around
her shop.  He could see that she did not need him  to
live.   Abby was confused between her old feelings for
him and the pain she had endured because of him.
	"Can I at least see you  again?"
	"Yes."
	It took several months for them to reconcile,  but
eventually Abby and Tom got married and lived the rest
of their lives on his farm.  


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