Rebecca leaned over the wash tub scrubbing her clothing. Her hands were red and raw and persperation dotted her forehead. She had a few of her button open on her dress and a good amount of clevage flowed over her dress. Her dress was soaked in places and clung to her body. Every once in awhile she would lift her arm and push her long wavy blonde hair away from her face. As she rinsed the clothing she would twist the water out and put it into a wicker basket. Finally the last piece of clothing was washed and she stood up straight and put her hands to the middle of her back and leaned back trying to get the kinks out of her back.
She was a young widow, her husband had died in the war and now all the chores on her small farm was done by her. Her crystal blue eyes looked at the clothing she had just washed and a look of satisfaction crossed her face. She grabbed the wicker basket and headed for the door forgetting to button up her dress. She could hear the cow mooing to be milked and needed to get the eggs from the hens. Her mind was so busy thinking about her chores that she never saw the men approaching her home.
She hurried out of the door and around to the back of the house and began to put her clothing over the line tied to two trees. She began to hum a little song as she went about her work.
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