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COMMUNITY SERVICE.  Part 2.  by  david. 

The A.F.P.,the Authoritarian Female Party,came to power on an irresistible tidal wave of popular support,by a disgruntled British voting public,overwhelming such token political opposition as there was,like a Tsunami,effortlessly sweeping aside the fragile and ramshackle structures of the humble homes,of impoverished and unfortunate shoreline dwellers.

And I,a Long Term Unemployed male of 52,convinced that better times would be just around the corner,should the A.F.P. come to power,was the first person in my local polling booth,to cast my vote,and I voted in favour of the A.F.P. Then,on the Monday morning following the momentous Election victory by the A.F.P.,I was ‘arrested’ at my home,by 2 young Community Service Officers,and escorted by them in their A.F.P. van,to the Community Services Opperations Centre,to be presented to the Community Services Liaison Officer,who assigned me,until further notice,or until I found a job of gainful employment,to work in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,as a Community Servant.I was ordered by her to wear the uniform provided,of white T shirt,and white shorts.On my white T shirt,printed on front and back,I was identified as Community Servant david 007.

And,as my new ‘minders’,Community Service Officers Karen and Linda marched me across the Town Square,I saw now,for the first time,some of the new features that had been installed there.In the centre of the Town Square,there was now a Public Caning Post,and,already tied to it,for some misdemeanour or other,was some unfortunate,who was wearing the uniform of white T shirt,and white shorts,of a Community Servant,though,it was hard not to notice,that his white shorts had been pulled down around his ankles,as per the ‘chastisement’ text book,and,as we walked past him,we saw from his T shirt I.D. that he was Community Servant peter 014,and,in the short time that it took us to cross the Town Square,two middle aged female members of the public,had stopped,and had taken the time and trouble,to carefully select a cane from the ones available,as though choosing a cue at a snooker club,and,with female relish,lay a red stripe across the exposed,bare buttocks of the misdemeanant,Community Servant peter 014,and the females of the Town within earshot of his cries of pain,responded with amused and delighted chuckles,and my guards,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,tightened their grips on my arms.On several occasions,my flip flops came off my feet,as I was not used to wearing them yet,and when this happened a third time,C.S.O.Karen ordered me to carry them,and I yelped and squealed,a number of times,as I trod,barefoot,on small,sharp stones,as my attention to where I was walking,wandered,as I looked about me,in grim fascination,at some of the new features,the new contraptions and devices,that were now installed,in the Town Square.

Already,on just this first morning of rule under the Authoritarian Female Party,some of these devices of ‘chastisement’ were occupied by Community Servants,in their white uniforms,and I saw that some of them were kneeling on the scant protection of rubber mats,on their hands and knees,and they were firmly secured into medieval style stocks,with their heads protruding out through a hole in them,about two feet above the pavement.As I watched,females would stop by the stocks for a moment,and rest,put down their bags of shopping,and maybe chat to a friend as they waited for their bus.and as they did so,they would stand with their backs to the Community Servants,who were secured in place in their stocks,and ease a foot from their shoe,and upon easily and conveniently finding the Community Servant’s face,with their foot,they would,with a sigh of pleasure,proceed to massage their foot on his proffered face,and,chatting away,and switching leisurely from foot to foot,they happily availed themselves of this splendid new Town Square facility.

I noticed also,that there was a ‘Smokers Corner’,where ladies wishing to enjoy a cigarette could go,and,while they did so,they also,could take advantage of,and enjoy, this new facility,for,already,on this very first morning of the ‘New Age’,of the new female regime,it seemed that there was no shortage of Community Servants in need of ‘chastisement’,for one offence or another.Finally,I noticed,in this far corner of the Town Square,near the road leading in and out of Town,another set,of 6 stocks,all of which were unoccupied at the moment,by Community Servants,and now,I realized why,as I saw a large sign that declared,brazenly,’Prostitutes Parade’.The new Government,the Authoritarian Female Party,had made it perfectly legal,for prostitutes to ‘ply their wares’,between the hours of 10 p.m. – 2 a.m. 7 days a week,on Prostitutes Parade.Of course,under the new Government,under the A.F.P.,no female became a prostitute out of financial necessity,any more.These females worked as prostitutes purely of their own choice.Because they enjoyed their work.

2 minutes later,I,Community Servant david 007,escorted by my two guards,Community Service Officers Karen and Linda,arrived at our destination,the Town’s ‘Sock Room’.There was already a large,impatient gathering of females outside,waiting for the doors of the ‘Sock Room’ to be opened to them.Upon seeing me,escorted by my two young guards,with my white uniform T shirt bearing my I.D. on front and back,of ‘Community Servant david 007’,a ripple of female titters and chuckles could be heard spreading throughout the large gathering of females,wishing to avail themselves of clean socks,and also,to leave behind their dirty socks,that they now had on,for me to wash and press.And now,C.S.O.Karen,smiling at me,and blowing bubbles with her chewing gum,until they burst,inserted a key into the door,and there was a mini – stampede,as the female gathering poured themselves through the door.The ‘Town’s ‘Sock Room’,was now,officially open.

The ‘Sock Room’,was a much larger building than I had imagined.The ‘Sock Room’ was all one room,but was split into two levels,of upper,and lower.As you entered the ‘Sock Room’ from the street,just inside,on the upper level,the walls were lined with shelves,from floor to ceiling.The shelves were fully stocked,with brand new pairs of socks.There were schoolgirl’s white,long socks,and ankle socks.White gym socks,white jogging socks,and white leisure wear socks.In fact,all of the socks on the shelves were white,with one exception only,which were the yellow cotton ankle socks,worn by the Community Service Officers.All these socks,were provided free of charge,for the females of the Town.And,never again,would either the Community Service Officers,or any of the Town’s female members of the general public,of whatever age,have to burden themselves,with the tiresome and menial chore,of washing their own socks.For,now,as I had been told by the Community Services Liaison Officer,this was now the sole responsibility of myself,Community Servant david 007.And,even before all of the females were inside the ‘Sock Room’,I was already being referred to,mockingly,and sarcastically,as ‘Special Agent’,and,’Licenced to wash females dirty socks’.

About 5 yards into the ‘Sock Room’,the upper level ended,and a safety rail was in place to prevent anyone from having an accident,and falling into the sudden drop,of about 5 feet,into the lower level of the ‘Sock Room’.Also,here,were placed 2 recliners,of which the feet end protruded over and into the lower level,where I worked,and were the standard fixtures and fittings of every ‘Sock Room’ in the country,and were there for the use of any female visiting the ‘Sock Room’,who may wish to avail themselves of it’s comforts. The lower level was ‘off limits’,to members of the public,and was accessed by ‘the staff’,by walking down the 6 wooden steps,that led to ‘where it’s at’,in my new domain.At the bottom of the 6 wooden steps,at the end,to the left,were 2 large plastic Sock Bins,into which the females on the raised section,the upper level,deposited their dirty socks,before helping themselves to a clean pair of socks from the many shelves.As I watched,the first large Sock Bin was filling up fast,as the girls and ladies took off their dirty socks,and threw them into it.Coming back,just to the left of the 6 wooden steps,was the first of 2 huge,deep sinks,the second one was directly opposite the 6 wooden steps.These 2 huge,deep sinks,were temperature controlled,with valves under them,with which to regulate the water temperature.To the right of these 2 huge,deep sinks,were 2 deep rinsing sinks,a mangle,for squeezing out water from the clean socks,then,there was a drying area,for the clean socks to be hung out to dry,and finally,there was an ironing board and a steam iron,for pressing the clean socks to perfection.Then,off to the far right of the room,was the Supervisors Office,where C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,would earn their £400. per week,by watching T.V. and videos,reading books and magazines,and catching up with their Social Networking,on the Office computer,while I,Community Servant david 007,eked out my drudge like existence,by washing and ironing females dirty socks in the ‘Sock Room’,for 40 hours per week,to earn my Unemployment Benefit Payments,of £80. per week.Earning £2. per hour.

The unfairness of this,the sheer injustice of it,not to mention the cringing humiliation of my new duties,stuck in my craw,and burned in my gut,like a very bad case of indigestion,as I knew,from the A.F.P. political broadcasts,that C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,who were officially now my guards,my supervisors,and my ‘chastisers’,as Community Service Officers,were being paid £10. per hour.For a standard 40 hour week,that amounted to £400. Tax free.And their National Insurance was paid for them,by The State.They would be taking home,£400. per week! C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,would actually be taking home,£400. per week!! Not bad,for someone who was on just £80. per week Unemployment Benefit,until just last Friday.The same £80. as myself.But,now,I was having to wash females dirty socksfor 40 hours per week,to earn my £80. Unemployment Benefit,while my guards,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,would actually take home £400. per week!!!,just for ……..I was brought out of my resentful reverie,by the harsh voice of C.S.O.Karen,who had been trying to get my attention.”hey! Special Agent! Get with the programme!”,and C.S.O.Linda,had to cling to the arm of her colleague and friend,as she almost convulsed,at her delicious,sarcastic,and cruel humour,as C.S.O.Karen went on,as she chewed her bubble gum,and blew bubbles,till they burst.”O.K.,david,it’s not rocket science.Here’s how it works.So listen up,david.You fill the first sink,with females dirty socks,in very hot,soapy water,where you leave them to soak,for 1 hour,to loosen the dirt,grime,and the sweat stains,yeah? Then,you transfer the socks with wooden tongs,to the second sink,yeah? When you have done that,empty the dirty water from the first sink,re – fill it with very hot,soapy water again,and then throw in another load of females dirty socks,to soak for 1 hour,yeah? Are you still with me,Community Servant david 007”. “Yes,Miss Karen”,I assured her,and C.S.O.Linda emitted an almost hysterical squeal of hilarity.C.S.O.Karen,smiling broadly,and popping her bubble gum,went on,”then,david,you go back to the second sink,of warm,soapy water,and you hand wash all that dirt,and grime,and all of that sweat,out of those females socks,yeah? Then,you transfer them to the rinsing sinks.You rinse them,then you mangle them,yeah? Then,you hang them up to dry,and then you repeat the ‘wash cycle’,yeah? When the clean socks are dry,you will iron them nicely,yeah? Then,before you stack the nice,clean,ironed socks neatly,and in the proper order,on the shelves,you will report to me,or to Miss Linda,and ask us to inspect them,first,yeah? So that we know that you are doing your job properly,yeah? Now,david,is there any part of that,that you don’t understand?” “No,Miss Karen”,I assured her,”you have explained my new duties to me,very well”.Now,C.S.O.Linda,piped up,”well,what are you waiting for,007?”,laughing,almost fit to burst. “Those females dirty socks are not going to wash themselves! So,get cracking!”

Then,my supervisors,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,clung to each other,in the grip of their mirth,and C.S.O.Linda,called to me,over her shoulder,”have a nice day,david!”,and with that final cruel,and sarcastic comment,they left me to the unspeakable drudgery,of the ‘Sock Room’,and they happily went to catch up with their friends,on the Social Networking websites,on the Office computer,and,every now and then,they would be kind enough to momentarily relieve me of my mind numbing boredom,by calling me into their Office,to make them some coffee.

About 30 years later,it was 5.p.m.,and my 2 young supervisors locked their Office door for the day,and came over to me at the ‘Sock Wash’,as they called it,and sarcastically singing,”Sock Wash,david’s at the Sock Washer”,in an awful parody of the song ‘Car Wash’,and,C.S.O.Karen,her face,lit up with a happy smile,said to me,”come on,david,it’s 5 O’clock.We want to go home,even if you don’t want to”.And,C.S.O.Linda,piped up,”yeah!,we’ll drag you away from that sink,if we have to”,and this started them both laughing,all over again.As I straightened up,from bending over the deep,hand wash sink,it was all I could do,to keep from crying out,from the excruciating pain,in my back.Every part of my body ached,as my muscles,unaccustomed to this kind of punishing labour,protested at being so abused,and tortured.But it was my back,especially,that was a world of agony.Seeing my distress,C.S.O.Karen,exulted,”what’s the matter,david,can’t you manage a little bit of work?”,and C.S.O.Linda,chipped in,”you’d think that 007 could manage a few dirty socks,would’nt you?”.Then,out on the street,C.S.O.Karen locked the front door of the ‘Sock Room’,and,turning to me,she said,sharply,”we’ll see you here,back at work,at 8 O’clock in the morning,david.Don’t be late!”.And,with that final word of warning,by way of a ‘farewell’,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda left me,and I walked the 3 miles home,moving along at a snails pace,like a very old man with crippling arthritis.

When I finally got home,I went straight to bed,too exhausted,to even wash or eat,and I was asleep,at the instant my head hit the pillow.But,my sleep was not of the refreshing,restorative nature,and had none of the qualities of true rest.For,as I slept,I had no respite,from washing,rinsing,mangling,and ironing socks,for I dreamt of nothing,but of females socks.

My COMMUNITY SERVICE continues,in Part 3.