The Mass
The wriggling mass of tape lay in the corner of the factory with now and then soft moans coming from either end of it. Nobody who saw it or heard it took any notice of the wriggling bundle that occasionally rolled over and continued on its way around the factory. It was because of them, the bundle was now doing its own thing. Now and then, it would roll over into one of the women working at the factory. She would kick if about three quarters of the way along and it would scream out and roll over again! ...