Part two Chapter two

I came to the meeting area, a bit early. There was some danger of being caught, if there were concealed microphones or a patrol officer at the train station asking questions. I met up with the girl and we came to approach a natural clearing where we began to strike up a conversation. We sat down and began kissing. She said her name was Julia, but she already knew me to be Winston Smith. I explained to her how I thought she was a thought police, but she assured me she was just in the groups, so that no one would be suspicious. She then tore her clothes off and told me she had done this scores of times. Nothing could of made me happier, because I loathe purity. When we made love it was a political act.