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still
suspicious as she looked the riveter up and down.
    It left Ava wishing she hadn’t
asked.
    “I am. I hear there are lots of
soldiers at those things.” She tried to keep her tone light. Pop. Another rivet. Then
another.
    “There are, handsome ones too. If you are into
that sort of thing.” Gladys was suddenly gruff. Her eyebrows
drawn.
    The burly girl had a personality to
match.
    Ava sighed and sent up a silent prayer when her
shift bell rang and another woman came and grabbed the gun from
her, continuing the work in another shift. She almost took out of
there in a run, wanting to shower all the chemicals off her body
before she went back to the boarding house to change.
    The grime of the factory got on her
skin. It wasn’t the same as working in laundry, each piece of grit
stuck to her. Clung to her like it was grasping at the straws of
life. A shower. That is just what I
need.
    Ava trotted into the locker room and
immediately began undressing. She started with her turban,
unfolding and shaking it out then moved on to the rest of her
clothing. Grabbing a towel she wrapped it around herself and
hurried into the mass shower along with several other
women.
    She was thankful as the hot water washed over
her, taking the soot and dirt from the factory and washing it down
the drain. It was freeing to watch all her work just wash
away.
    She tried not to look at the women around her,
but she couldn’t help it. She was curious about the different women
that surrounded her. Most were strong, the war had made them
strong, their soft curves and thin frames had been replaced by
something steadier. More solid. But there was still a good amount
of variance.
    On the plumper side of the workers, Ava had
soft curves that were on top of strong, hefty muscle. She wasn’t a
frail thing, but she wasn’t a burly woman either. And her short
stature and slightly upturned nose made her that much more
feminine. A perfect balance of muscle and beauty for
wartime.
    With a final rinse Ava finished her shower and
smiled. She felt good. Ready for her first time out.
    “Hey Ava, did I get it all?” Edythe called to
her pointing to her face. The woman was absolutely covered in grit.
Her body was thick and curvy, almost as thick as Ava’s but not
quite. It was rather attractive. She tried not to let her stare
linger.
    “I think you may want to spend a little more
time in the wash,” She said as she pushed through the women,
grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her.
    “There was a little… mishap in quality control
today. Thanks hun.” Edythe went right back to scrubbing.
    Ava hurried out of there and stepped into her
street clothing, a smart tweed dress ensemble that wasn’t winning
any awards, but it was smart. Her momma had made it for her as a
gift, right before she had left. She smoothed it out and pinned a
hat to her hair. She only had a few hours before the dance started
and she wanted to make the best of it.
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