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22nd October

My first hour 'out' today. It was beautiful. The garden where you go they've got really nice. Not all neat and manicured, which I expected really, but with a sort of semi-weeded border around mown but not shaved grass. There are real trees still growing, for how long I don't know, but they have also tried to add a few 'new' ones. They've almost got the idea! They stand a cylinder on its end - looks like white concrete - and then fix a single fruit - apple or pear - made of metal of some kind on the top. Quite a good stab at a tree - charming of them to try, really.

Anyway a whole hour for me was quite something. You go out sometimes to go from one building to another, but then it's always programmed as a 'march' so you are looking straight ahead and counting the steps etc.

Being able to walk and stop, sit, look round, walk again - all very strange, thrilling in a way, but a bit disorienting as well. You're wearing your outdoor uniform of course, with hood up and face piece buckled across - and boots strapped - so you can't exactly skip about, and you quickly get hot etc. But you feel protected, which is what you need. I guess they know what they are doing.

 

 

24th October

In gym today someone collapsed. Don't want to talk about it really, but it makes you think. No idea what will happen to her. I've been on the verge quite a few times already. You get so hot! I don't know why they make it like that, they don't seem to understand. Or it's one of their little tests. I suppose if they let you change it would take time, and spoil the 'rhythm' of the timetable or something.

They half-understand! There's a proper shower afterwards - but then you have to get back into the stuff you've just peeled off! - absolutely horrid.

25th October

Gill got powder all over her front just now, rushing to get ready for switch-off. She's in a terrible state. Won't have time to get it off for tomorrow! The thing is you never know how seriously they will take these things. It's on the checklist though, no question, and I don't see how Joelly will be able to avoid clicking the box.

 

1st November

Sandy says they are probably like cats and rest for long periods not moving a muscle and don't realize how uncomfortable it is for us! I don't know why she says that - why should we assume they are OK 'at heart' and not just plain nasty? It's all down to Joelly, telling us how sympathetic they are and how they are having to do this and that but it's for our own good etc etc. But what does she know?

Anyway all that to say I did NOT enjoy the three hours this morning we spent 'resting'. I was sweltering (as usual) and not being able to move an INCH was just one massive endless pulsating misery.

Joelly said we were so lucky to get out of Movement which was actually scheduled. If what we had was Rest, I guess she may have been right ...

But not much of a welcome for a new girl Holly. First day with the group, and a bit poleaxed I think with the spreadeagle etc. Certainly not used to the gear - she looked terribly small in it, seemed to engulf her, even with her arms and legs out. I'm a bit surprised it's so gross - I thought they were quite keen to make you look smart (even though they have absolutely no idea about comfort!) Maybe it's any old size for now and a proper fitting when they get round to it.

 

2nd November

Making progress with the symbol things! - I think....Anyway I seem to be getting some things right now. Not sure how! But everyone is the same - we were all totally baffled and got everything wrong and now we are all getting at least some right. Amazing.

Joelly say she thinks the sweat thing is because they think it is a sort of lubrication! If we dry out we will seize up!

 

3rd November

Upset tonight. Gill has reappeared after getting powder on her sleep tunic last week. She's very tight-lipped, saying only what she's allowed to I suppose: that she's been on 'skill development'. Doing what? we ask, 'Oh, sort of practising.,' she says. Practising what? we all ask of course and all we can get out of her is that she been cleaning powder off her uniform. But she's been out of group for nine days!

 

1st December

Sorry, something's really wrong here. They won't let us write out any more, but I'm trying to hack it out from a desk in the - well stupid of me to say, in case.

I don't know what I'm here for any longer! The 'mutual understanding' went when they stopped Gillian from leaving. It was still the powder thing really. Though she came back to the group she still had to "practice" cleaning powder off her uniform! It was awful for her - she had to go through it all in front of the rest of us, going up to the front, saying she was sorry, asking for permission to take her uniform off, asking for a sheet to lay it on, asking for a brush, then going through the all the motions, meticulously. This happened every day! It was no surprise she wanted to quit after a couple of weeks of it.

 

 

5th December

Feeling better today. Some of the machinery they have here is really nice and so long as you don't do anything silly everything's fine. Food better than ever, and in spite of that I'm really fit with all the gym and stuff. Even Gill seems Ok now, doesn't have to do her powder thing any more, and back in standard kit.

I say 'standard'. What I mean is she wears what the rest of us wear, whatever it is. We are always changing - gym, lab, eating, cleaning, sleeping - we have to change for everything. That's basically all right, I'm always ready for a change - you get so uncomfy after a bit whatever you are wearing, it's all made basically of the same stuff. Very smart, I love that now, though it took a while for the penny to drop, and a thrill really, but I'm sure it doesn't 'breathe' - at all - as far as I can see it's good to change. You have a really big wardrobe to hold all your things, and 'valeting' takes hours. (Done by us, needless to say!)

Still having to hack this out - hope it's getting there!

26th December

Just realized yesterday was Christmas! I think it would take a very long while to explain that to them. Anyway, what we had instead was a complete new lot of trainees. They spent their first day in mufti, and looked very strange in their faux-fur gilets and ugg boots! Mika and me and Joelly had to 'mingle', be nice to them - and felt very superior crackling about in our Number Ones.

Actually one of the girls wasn't in the Ugg things. She must have thought induction was some kind of sporty programme, I don't know, and turned up in shorts and a T-shirt. 'Christ', she said 'I feel so awful,' she said when I got to mingle over, 'I'ld rather like to die. I didn't even get to clean my trainers.'

They looked fine to me.

'No marks for turn out,' I said.

'Oh God,' she said, 'zero score to kick off with? I was going to try so hard ...'

- 'No, I mean nobody gets marks, turn-out's not marked until you're in uniform.' I laughed. 'And anyway I think you look just great. Love your sneakers, really sweet.'

'No, Oh, Well, I suppose I like them too, thanks. That's nice of you. I thought you lot would be different! You look different! I mean, wonderful in that fantastic gear, but different!'

Joelly called me, and I had to go. She is Sally.

I don't suppose I will see her in those sneakers again, but she will look as good, better even, in the new navy ones they will give her, and actually in all the stuff that would soon be in her wardrobe. (Though I really loved the shorts she came in.)

29th January

End of the month review tomorrow. NOT my favorite thing. I think I'm doing OK, but it's difficult to tell. I've not been on special

15th July

Hot, hot, hot! But they don't seem to take a blind bit of notice. No concessions, same routine, same rules, no recognition WHATEVER that the heat might create problems. Just being able to leave things off for a bit, just for a bit, would make all the difference, but no. If you are not 100% turned out exactly as the book says for each period it's an extra hour - or more, of course, depends on what the book says OF COURSE - in H1 and then you REALLY feel the heat!!

Anyway, started my affect training today, which I hadn't been looking forward too. Lots a girls I didn't know, but Samantha was there OK and Kelly. Also a girl I was sort of inductor to when she arrived, Sally, who I haven't seen at all since then. We were paired up for one of the things. No talking, but she remembered me OK, eyes widening to say Hello.(Sorry that's me doing affect!) I was right, she looked even better in uniform! One of those girls who can't help looking neat and nice anyway but in the khaki shirt and skirt (classwear today) she absolutely killed. Wearing that stuff she was drenched in the heat, of course, like the rest of us, but she glistened and dripped beautifully. I think it's just that she manages to smile, that's what makes her look so magical underneath the rivelets! She somehow makes it look as though it is a shower she is enjoying, not suffering at all. I tried to smile back! Wish we could talk some time.

16th

pp for me yesterday - ugh!. All I had done was forget a Thank you! You get blasé after a while and then whomf! it's pp or something as bad.

They make you very sore, so it isn't just the day you wear them - the thigh bands are pretty tight.

And, no, I didn't! When you're on pp you have to drink a set amount each break so the pressure really gets to you, absolutely touch and go towards the end, which is Prayers. All you can do is keep jiggling and try and think of England. At last, at last, right at the end of Prayers you go up and they undo the padlocks - (once you've said you're sorry etc etc)- and you can streak away to blissful, blissful release.

You have to bring them back washed and dried and powdered, folded like the book says, all the straps and buckles etc exactly in the right place, which takes ages, so you miss lights out and have to spend the night in the vestibule. NOT my favorite kind of day.

17th

The only good thing about walking yesterday was that I got to be next to Sally for prepping and so had her in touching distance really for the whole of the session - except for when I managed to land her on the bike!

We were paired for the turn-out check and she was so nice and gentle, saving me from something awful when she tucked my belt-end in - I'm always getting picked up for letting it hang wrong, I get it right first thing I'm sure but something about how my hips move I suppose always works it loose and I'm clocking up bike points again. Anyway, she spotted it in its early stages of escape and surreptiously fixed it so she could sing out "Alison ready to walk, no points" when the roll was taken. I sang the same for her. Don't know whether I was sticking my neck out or not! If you gave points and got it wrong you got them back youself with knobs on, if you gave the all clear and they picked up something later you got pp or something for that.

It's just that she looked as though she was wearing a bra!

Absolutely forbidden of course - so she couldn't be, could she? But ... Anyway, Sally was my friend and much better to err on the side of not dobbing her in. "Sally ready to walk, no points" I decided.

Then the collar straps! I don't know what was best, doing hers or her doing mine. I completely forgot it was my back to the wall and put my hands up to hers when the "Strap collars" instruction came - should have been the one to wait according to the rules - but she warned me with her eyes quickly enough for me to get my arms by my sides before anyone noticed. She did me up quickly with just the one clean movement of those small beautiful hands of hers, one layering the two sides of the collar against my Adam's apple, the other threading the strap through the buckle, pulling it tight to locate the prong in number two (as per the rules!) and threading it through the buckle again. She made it feel almost comfortable! And anyway I didn't mind it at all for once knowing Sally had done it. She gave me the most wicked smile as she dropped her arms, it said quite a few quite different things! - 1. She knew it would feel horrid 2. She hated having to do it but 3. Anyway it made me look nice! I didn't know one smile could say all that, but it can.

As she jutted up her chin for me to do hers I had the wild idea of kissing her! Crazy or what! But I just felt she was ... Anyway instead I made a right pig's ear of doing her up, the last to finish. Just a glare from Alison though but more important a silent forgiving laugh from Sally and off we trooped one after the other in the usual schooltrip crocodile into the gym.

For the first time doing that ridiculous walk thing I forgot the awfulness of it all - collar up and tight round your neck, belt too tight as well, the mac sloshing up against your knees (you had to sort of goose-step rather than walk normally, pulling your knee right up each time, making you feel so stupid) - anyway all this for once forgotten with Sally only an arm's length away. She was doing the silly march too of course but even from behind she looked so meltingly nice doing it, not stupid at all, but graceful and controlled. She was really thin, Sally, and the walking clobber made absolutely the most of that, the tight belt and flaring skirt playing it fortissimo.

Everybody heard the music of course, hated having to hear it in a way because it made their own sound so wonky, but walking so close behind her and in love with her (as I now was!) I was in heaven, dancing along. Couldn't take my eyes off her waist, her hips swiveling one way and then the other, the fabric of her mac above the tight belt gently straining and rippling as she moved, the skirt below swinging and shimmering to the up and down of her balletting knees.

"Alison, keep your eyes up please," I heard suddenly. Only Joelly's pussy voice, butter wouldn't melt, but you knew not to be taken in!

"Yes, Miss, sorry Miss," I was careful enough to sing back. And pulled my eyes up, away from the riveting movement of the waist in front of me. Didn't want a bike ride!

But, oh dear, I couldn't help myself! I just lost control! It was the movement somehow. I couldn't just let it go on and on and not join in, I suppose. Only a circuit later and down my eyes went, and another deadly sweet warning.

"Must keep your head up, Alison, I'm really sorry but I won't be allowed to warn you again."

Always "I won't be allowed", something like that. Never down to her of course! Always "I'm afraid I have to, sorry" said so sweetly. "Just following the rules, I really am sorry." Ugh!

But "Yes, Miss, sorry Miss" worked again so I got away with it.

But then, disaster! From the first step of a walk of course we were all pretty sweaty, and from that point on the atmosphere in the gym just got thicker and thicker. Suddenly, just as I was jerking my head up again a waft of muggy air made my stomach sort of somersault! Don't know what it was but suddenly this nose thing and my inside collapses - wonderfully, longingly goes to water!! Completely out of control I lean towards Sally's ear and whisper - I swear it was a whisper - "Oh, Sally, I do love you..."

How could I think of doing such a thing?

Well I didn't! - Didn't think, that is. It just happened!

Absolutely crazy. Talking on the walk is knocked out of you on day 1. It's completely out. And we all know very well indeed that the slightest whisper is picked up by the machines and comes up on Joelly's monitor.

I couldn't believe what I had done.

Joelly gave the Halt and told us to turn and face the middle.

"The girl who spoke step into the circle please."

Oh God! How stupid, stupid, stupid! The bike, straightaway, I knew. That was something I did not want. But I didn't want the PB either! So -

But then, just about to move and Sally stepped forwards instead!

"It was me, Miss, sorry Miss," she sang out.

Oh!

She was doing it for me!

Can you imagine how that made me feel! She'd heard and she was saying Me Too!

Didn't know what to do! It was such a lovely thing, mustn't reject it surely but just let her do it for me?

I knew from bitter experience I couldn't get her off now anyway. She would be done for lying and I would be done for not fessing up straightaway - probably twice for me.

"OK, Sally, over to the bike please." Alison peered up at the tariff board above the monitor. "That's a One I think. Yes, over to the bike Sally please. Everybody else turn back into line."

I turned back into line like everyone else.

"For talking while on the walk Sally's getting a 8k ride, 15 minutes, 3 hills, that's to average 32 k per hour," Alison announced as per regs, and she started the rest of us off again, left-righting us for half a circuit.

Then silence from her as we continued to slosh round.

Eyes of course strictly to the front so we couldn't really see what was happening to Julie. But we knew she had started all right when we heard the little yelp that everyone makes as they test the connection. And out of the corner of your eye you could catch the determined pedal-pushing as Sally fought to keep the volts at bay.

She could cope easily being Sally - so I didn't feel too bad. In fact I didn't feel bad at all! I got little jerks of excitement every time the current caught her and forced one of her little cries! I know how much it hurt - Sally's little yelps didn't really do it justice, she was one of those who always fought hard to keep control - and she was going through this for me! How awesome was that!

Made me cry myself of course, and couldn't wipe my eyes what with the walking rules, but it didn't matter a bit.

 

 

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