The remaining days before the Lodge Meeting and Nude Ball were partly taken up  with organising those two events.  There was a band to be hired for the Ball and large quantities of beer to be ordered.  Gwen also decided to take up the matter of Harriet's body in a more systematic way.  .

"These peasants only drink lager, Harry.  Yuck!" said a disgusted Gwendoline as she saw the piles of cans being taken down to the cellar. "I'd never give that muck house-room else!  Maybe we could have a few dozen cases of wine delivered as well, though.  No spirits, Harry - it's going to be a pretty wild night as it is!  I just hope there aren't any "incidents".  Some of the village boys don't need much encouraging - our nice lady masons had better look out!"

"Are we going to make a few bedrooms available for the young people to go to?"

"Why would they want that Harry?"

"To get better acquainted!"

"No.  I don't want an orgy, Harriet.  Just a chance for young people to have a nice time, dancing with naked partners and seeing that the human body is not to be hidden away but worn with pride and without embarrassment.  They can go outside and copulate on the lawn, if they are that keen on each other."

"I bet most of them are that keen!"

"We shall see, Harriet."

Gwendoline satisfied herself that the long-suffering and capable  Jenkins had all the arrangements well in hand and turned back to her friend with a critical look.  Time to start securing the second of her objectives!

"Let's go up to my Gym and have a bit of practice, Harriet.  I was observing your technique when you beat Janet and there are a few weak points I would like to help you iron out. You shouldn't just be relying on mere strength as you were then.  You nearly lost, you know and suffered a lot of totally unnecessary damage."

They went into the gym, for Harry, the first time she had seen this room, which from henceforth she was to get to know far too well!.

"This morning I am going to keep aiming for your stomach, Harry, from all sorts of angles and you are going to block me every time and I mean every time!  You'll soon see why it's a good idea to stop me, I shall be putting all I have into it!"

Gwen thereupon aimed at the said abdomen and Harry was too slow to stop her.  She doubled up in agony.

"Straighten up this minute, Harry, you pitiful wimp!  Here's number two on its way!"

She obeyed, stood painfully erect and managed to block the next  one.  After many repetitions when she slowly began to achieve a higher and higher success rate, a perspiring Gwen called it a day for the time being.

"You did well, my pet - really,  terribly,  awfully well.  You should have taken this up at school, you know.  If you had you'd be streets ahead of Jessica and me by this time.  And I truly mean that!  When we've got your reactions a whole lot sharper I'll show you how to protect the head!"

Gwen looked approvingly at her friend as Harry smiled at the compliment, rubbing her red belly.
 

"Let's do a bit of weight  training now.  Get under this and keep  up the lifting until I get back.  When it hurts so much you can't push up even one more time - Push up TEN more times.  You've got to suffer if you're so keen on this Amazon body.  Then I'm taking you out for a ten mile run."
 
Gwendoline disappeared on some errand and Harry started pushing upwards on the machine and soon became soaked in sweat, despite the fact that the room was unheated and the windows were wide open.  The pain in her arms and shoulders became agonising and she started  involuntarily to cry out each time she pushed, wondering just how much more she could take of this torment.  She was about to relax - more like collapse - when Gwen reappeared and immediately resumed her all too familiar role as taskmistress!

"Come on Harry - you can do another fifty of those, and you fucking well will!   Stop being so bloody defeatist.  I'm going to stand over you and count.  You don't go ANYWHERE till you've finished."

By whatever means, Harriet completed the exercise and had then to be helped off the machine and to her feet by Gwendoline.  When she had recovered, she was ordered to follow her tormentor outside into the pouring rain and do the dreaded ten mile run, after first quenching her raging thirst.  Gwen ran with her for a few minutes and then excused herself, saying how lucky Harriet was,  not to have all the boring jobs to do that she did.

Over lunch,  Gwen enthused about the regime she had worked out for the next few weeks and months.  Harry's heart sank as she contemplated a life of gruelling exercise and pain stretching as far ahead as she could see.  Then she had a vision of herself at the end of it, possessing that super-physique that she craved and after that she  more than shared Gwen's enthusiasm, even coming up with a few suggestions of her own as to how the regimen might be made even tougher!

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The day of the long awaited Grand General Meeting dawned at last and the ever naked couple happily greeted the fifty young initiates.  Harriet had been dreading  Jessica's arrival, resigning herself to having to take a back seat in Gwen's affection for a while, but she need not have worried.  Gwen never once removed her arm from its affectionate hold on   Harriet's shoulders as she greeted her long time childhood friend, contenting herself with kissing Jessie lightly on the cheek and  inviting her to go inside and help herself to a drink, while she and Harry waited for the rest to arrive.

As soon as everyone was present Gwendoline outlined the programme for the evening's entertainment and there was a generally favourable response, although Jessica had reservations.

"I think I had better leave straight after the meeting, Gwen.  Andy will be worried about me."

"That's her out of the way, thank Heaven" was Gwen and Harry's simultaneous thought.  "What a dreary old bore of a married woman she's turning out to be!"

An impromptu dais had been assembled in the great library and the Steering Group sat thereon.  The rest of the assembly sat in the body of the room and looked up expectantly as an even more imperious than usual  Gwendoline rose to open the meeting.

"I daresay you've all seen the draft constitution I and my colleagues have drawn up - mostly the others I'm afraid - my father's death meant I wasn't able to make much of an input"

There was a murmur of sympathy.

" I propose that these recommendations be accepted without debate.  They are eminently sensible, after all."

She looked down at the meeting,  putting on her most frostily commanding air and  a forest of hastily raised hands indicated assent.

"As you will see, we have decided to split into four regional bodies for the time being and each one will have the power to recruit new members.  We have decided that Mr Harold Fitzjames's initiation was highly suitable and will be the basis of all future recruitment, although I hasten to add that the exceptional  test invented for myself and Jessica and bravely volunteered for by my darling lovely friend Harriet will not ever again be needed."

"A condition of membership will be an oath of mutual loyalty, which will be renewed by all present at the end of this meeting."

"It will be a further condition that all should spend at least one week a year at an open air venue and in the coldest month of the year, reliving those hardships which the three of us endured to make this gathering possible.  No clothing whatever will be permitted for the duration of this compulsory period.  Pregnant members and mothers of very young children will, of course be excused, although they will be expected to attend this event as soon as reasonably possible thereafter."

"May I suggest that we now, after my friend Jessica has administered the oath, which she has drawn up, we all get to know each other a little better and get ourselves into the mood for this evening's ball - to which end some of my best wine and most appetising food is ready for you all to drink and eat!"

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"Fucking Hell, Harry - are they men or not?"

"I'd say they were very definitely men, my angel!  Very much so indeed."

"Huh!  I see only three erect penises in the whole assembly and some of these girls are GORGEOUS!"

"Because they're scared to look at the girls, Gwen.  They know what would happen if they did!"

"Arseholes!  And some very nice tight ones at that!"  Gwen howled with laughter at this witticism, and a few young men glanced in her direction and at the sight of her, began  immediately to  redeem themselves in her eyes!"

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"You're over age, Bob! Even so it's nice to see you - all of you - again!"

The police constable blushed as he guided Gwendoline around the floor and resignedly felt his body getting totally out of control.

"Look at that nasty sticky mess, Bob!  Have you no self-control?"

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"Aaaargh!  Oi loikes ee even more now Oi can see arle of ee!, moi dear!" said one of the village youths as he happily held Harriet in a firm embrace,

"Hows about coming out on the larn moi lovely lassie - Oi've got noine of inches of summat you'll just love!"

Harriet administered a sharp upward kick of the knee to the young man's groin and wandered off in search of a more civilised partner.

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Jessica drove herself back to London and domesticity and wept inwardly.  She was wonderfully happy with Andy, but still yearned for the time when they were all three facing hardship, cold and danger night after night.  She wondered whether she would ever get to relive something of the excitement and camaraderie of those days!

Luckily for her peace of mind, she was  unaware of the dramatic way in which that longing would one day be satisfied!
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