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hair pulling, her first full day there. But later that night those two women made up loudly for the whole commune to hear, in a hall closet.
It was very free-love. Oakley wasn’t entirely comfortable with that, but no one was forcing her to do anything. She just had to get used to being asked . They were so open and frank about it. It was starting to be just another part of her day.
“Good meal, thanks.”
“Anytime. You lonely tonight?”
“Umm, no thank you, anyway.”
She knew that May and Jo were lovers. That was obvious, and they were the only two—other than Susan and Gwendolyn—who had a room to themselves.
Alone at night, the sound of people trying to be quiet while making love was distracting. Again, she could recall none of her own experiences. It was just one more part of life making her feel like she was outside the group looking in. And she was maybe a bit restless now, too.
As far as things to keep her busy during the day, she helped out wherever she could as a floater. As long as her wheelchair wasn’t getting in the way she threw herself into tasks assigned to her, desperate to be helpful.
After a few days of PT on her legs, Oakley was walking. Not just stumbling on stiff joints and grabbing onto things to stay upright. She was walking , and then two days after that she could jog. And that’s when Em really started kicking her ass.
Light weights, which was embarrassing. They’d had to hunt down three-pound dumbbells because no one here touched anything less than fifteen pounds. Then Em had her jogging up and down the stairs with her until her lungs were burning.
She felt pitifully weak; there she was curling three pounds per hand while next to her Em was swinging twenty-five pounds up and down like it was nothing.
She wasn’t the only strong one. All these women seemed tremendously fit. They assured her it wouldn’t take her long to work her way up, especially now that she was eating just as well as the rest of them. As her body fell back into walking on a regular basis her appetite had returned. They ate very well here. There was some cured meat that was sparingly shared, and most of the diet came from their own vegetables.
Body wise she was growing stronger, but she had gained no new memories of her past. She worried at times that she might be going insane, for every night she was woken by new nightmares of things that had never happened to her, just from the other women’s stories. But every now and then she’d had a fleeting glimpse of that same dream of her father. Her curiosity of what became of him grew more with each passing day. The dreams didn’t come every night, perhaps twice since they’d arrived. It made her feel protected.
There was a buzz in the commune, too. The men, the Young Bloods, were due to have visited a week earlier and were still unaccounted for. There was worry something might have happened to them. Personally, Oakley kinda hoped they stayed away. She knew they were trusted here but it made her nervous thinking of having them around.
One night following lights out she carried out patrol detail with Em, just the two of them wandering the halls, looking for anything out of the ordinary. All the power was shut down so they each carried a lit oil lantern fueled by kerosene. It was early enough after bedtime that the more amorous of the group were still up. One room was known to be adventurous, and Oakley had heard that it was where groups could get…frisky with each other.
It sounded like they were. The door was open, and the whimpers and gasps and giggling spelled out what was going on. Em paused by the door, cocking an eyebrow at Oakley. “Every night,” she whispered. “Those are some horny bitches.”
Oakley giggled then covered her mouth. “It’s nice they have an outlet. For stress.”
Em grinned. “Yeah. Lotsa outlets .” Then she jerked her head at the room. “We should take a look.”
Oakley was confused by that. “What? Why?”
“Just
It was very free-love. Oakley wasn’t entirely comfortable with that, but no one was forcing her to do anything. She just had to get used to being asked . They were so open and frank about it. It was starting to be just another part of her day.
“Good meal, thanks.”
“Anytime. You lonely tonight?”
“Umm, no thank you, anyway.”
She knew that May and Jo were lovers. That was obvious, and they were the only two—other than Susan and Gwendolyn—who had a room to themselves.
Alone at night, the sound of people trying to be quiet while making love was distracting. Again, she could recall none of her own experiences. It was just one more part of life making her feel like she was outside the group looking in. And she was maybe a bit restless now, too.
As far as things to keep her busy during the day, she helped out wherever she could as a floater. As long as her wheelchair wasn’t getting in the way she threw herself into tasks assigned to her, desperate to be helpful.
After a few days of PT on her legs, Oakley was walking. Not just stumbling on stiff joints and grabbing onto things to stay upright. She was walking , and then two days after that she could jog. And that’s when Em really started kicking her ass.
Light weights, which was embarrassing. They’d had to hunt down three-pound dumbbells because no one here touched anything less than fifteen pounds. Then Em had her jogging up and down the stairs with her until her lungs were burning.
She felt pitifully weak; there she was curling three pounds per hand while next to her Em was swinging twenty-five pounds up and down like it was nothing.
She wasn’t the only strong one. All these women seemed tremendously fit. They assured her it wouldn’t take her long to work her way up, especially now that she was eating just as well as the rest of them. As her body fell back into walking on a regular basis her appetite had returned. They ate very well here. There was some cured meat that was sparingly shared, and most of the diet came from their own vegetables.
Body wise she was growing stronger, but she had gained no new memories of her past. She worried at times that she might be going insane, for every night she was woken by new nightmares of things that had never happened to her, just from the other women’s stories. But every now and then she’d had a fleeting glimpse of that same dream of her father. Her curiosity of what became of him grew more with each passing day. The dreams didn’t come every night, perhaps twice since they’d arrived. It made her feel protected.
There was a buzz in the commune, too. The men, the Young Bloods, were due to have visited a week earlier and were still unaccounted for. There was worry something might have happened to them. Personally, Oakley kinda hoped they stayed away. She knew they were trusted here but it made her nervous thinking of having them around.
One night following lights out she carried out patrol detail with Em, just the two of them wandering the halls, looking for anything out of the ordinary. All the power was shut down so they each carried a lit oil lantern fueled by kerosene. It was early enough after bedtime that the more amorous of the group were still up. One room was known to be adventurous, and Oakley had heard that it was where groups could get…frisky with each other.
It sounded like they were. The door was open, and the whimpers and gasps and giggling spelled out what was going on. Em paused by the door, cocking an eyebrow at Oakley. “Every night,” she whispered. “Those are some horny bitches.”
Oakley giggled then covered her mouth. “It’s nice they have an outlet. For stress.”
Em grinned. “Yeah. Lotsa outlets .” Then she jerked her head at the room. “We should take a look.”
Oakley was confused by that. “What? Why?”
“Just
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