‘See Ottilie he’s here, Taylor only went to the loo.’ Sylvia was saying to the comatose Ottilie as I entered the room. ‘Ottilie, Ottilie,’ s...e repeated, ‘Taylor’s here now. Ottilie…’ ‘It’s no good, she’s gone again by the look of it.’ Sylvia said with tears running down her face. The nurses and doctors fussed around Ottilie for a few minutes but very soon most of them left except a staff nurse who took Ottilie’s pulse and temperature and then made copious notes on her file. Eventually she said,. He wandered into the kitchen, tastefully attired ina towel and nothing else to get a load of laundry started and his eyesfell on the coffee cup awaiting washing on the draining board. "KitchenSlave." He was going to clean the kitchen next anyway, so why not?Besides, Charlie's reaction when he got back and opened the door wouldbe golden."Pizza, shower or me, 'Master'?" he said in a falsetto. Yeah. He headedfor the storage cupboard which held assorted slave chains, collars,silks and other items. ”“Sorry, I phrased the question wrong,” I murmured.She paused and once again smiled at me. “To answer your question, you are allowed as many entries in the naming contest as you desire. Your entry of ‘Mister Megabyte’ has been registered.” She looked up slightly and her smile broadened. “I kind of like that one... but mega seems a little limited.”“Maybe I should call you Mister Gigabyte then,” I replied with a laugh. “Or better still, Mister Terabyte.”I jumped to my feet and yelled, “That’s it!. ”“It certainly was.”“I’m glad you thought so. I haven’t done that in a while.”“It didn’t show. Well,” I admit, “I guess I wouldn’t really know, but it was good. It felt good. So much better than I expected. I mean, I’m definitely in pain, but it’s not nearly as bad as I’d heard.” I only half believe my own words, but I want them to be true.“Give it a few minutes,” He says, taking a step and touching his own ass as though it were sore too.“So,” I start speaking quite abruptly to distract.