Visual access

Still riding high from the previous day’s plan for spray to get him over the last hurdle, Paul was chipperly swinging his hips on the treadmill while practicing the recorded prompts under the watchful gaze of Trainer Bill. His elevated attitude was further assisted by the repeated positive reinforcement of pleasurable buzz’s and hardly needed many directions from his repeated sways in reflective form.

“Okay, this is going well, but it's about time to end, so go ahead and take your spot, Paulie.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul replies in his practice cheery tone as he takes his close out spot with practiced pushing of his stretched-out knees; looking up at the screen of his trainer’s visage.

“Paulie, you’ve been doing really well and shown great progress with your renewed enthusiasm. However, do you happen to have a way to hook up more cameras to this or allow me to get more views?”

Paul wasn’t really sure what that had to do with everything. “Uhm, I could probably get another camera or two hooked up to it, but switching views or moving it with remote control might need more software. What were you looking to do with it, Trainer Bill?”

“Well, we’ve spent weeks focusing on and observing your walk, gait, and stance on this treadmill walking essentially in a straight line. I’ve been able to see a little bit of movement while stretching and moving to your spot, but it would be better if I could observe you for longer distance and in different paths & areas. Not to mention ensuring your sitting and moving appropriately.”

“Okay. I could try to get something together....”

“If you had a way to put in a remote camera somewhere like your living room or kitchen it would be best. Especially if you can get a view down the hallway.”

Looking around, Paul was trying to get an idea of where he could place or mount them, when the answer was suddenly staring himself in the face. “Oh!! I know what we could do, Trainer Bill!” Paul suddenly shouted excitedly.

“Go on,” Bill prompted the excited trainee.

“Well, when we moved in here, the previous residents had just installed an advanced security system and there were cameras in all the rooms. I removed the ones from the main bedroom and en-suite, but I left all the others. Since I’ve been working from home and we don’t go anywhere, we hardly ever use it, but there is an online service to view all the cameras.” Paul got up and excitedly shuffled over to his chair. “I think I can setup an access for you, Trainer Bill. Give me a moment....”

“That sounds like a possibility, Paulie, but don’t you have an appointment soon?”

Glancing down at the time, Paul panics realizing he needs to be at the Salon. “Oh, shoot! Thank you, Trainer Bill.” Typing frantically nearly missing the password 3 times. “K, um, I’m in now...um.. New user should be...” <zap>

“Paulie, you don’t have time for that now. Don’t be let again.”

Cringing from the zap, Paul replies quickly, “yes, Trainer Bill. Here, just use this site and my username & password,” Paul hastily pastes it into the chat.

Bill was expecting him to do it later, but he was the computer expert so whatever. “Take a deep breath and come back to your spot for a moment; you have time.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul said as he scurried over and knelt in his spot. <BUZZ>

“Deep breath.” <BUZZ> as he sees Paul breathe. “Again” <BUZZ> as he sees Paul calm down. “Okay, the other item is since we are moving off of the treadmill, it's time to up the difficulty and put away the wedges for the moment as they’re no longer required.”

“Oh, um, yes, Trainer Bill.”

“You should have some stiletto style heels in the package. They should be of similar height so not much more difficult. We’ll go over more tomorrow. For now, you have somewhere to get ready for.”

The idea of the tougher heels and potential stress were quickly wiped away by the near panic of being late again, “yes, Trainer Bill.” Paul responds shifting nervously waiting for his trainer to officially end the session.

Bill considered delaying further as torment, but instead realizes he shouldn’t be the excuse for his tardiness. <BUZZ> “Have good time at the salon, Paulie. Goodbye and look forward to tomorrow.” <BUZZ> <buzz>

“Bye, trainer Bill,” Paul replies almost languishing in the brief euphoric buzz before remembering where he needs be. Getting up he goes to change into the appropriate attire.

As Bill cleans up a few things on his desk and puts things away, he is reminded of the login details Paul gave him earlier to his surveillance system. Figuring he’d check it to make sure it worked. He was impressed with the quality as he connected in time to observe Paul going through the living room in his redressed attire, moving to the view to the front entry, and finally out the front door before leaving view of the doorbell camera. “Well, I think that’ll do,” Bill comments to himself before signing off.