Storm sighed and pulled the curtain open and entered the surprisingly spacious changing-room.There was a chair in the corner, with a rack of hooks abo...e it, and the whole of the back wall was taken up with a full-length mirror, bisected by a shelf running along it, at about waist-height.The only disadvantage was that, at the back of the shop, with no window, the room was stiflingly hot. Storm could feel the sheen of perspiration forming on her skin already and she began to worry about possibly. I'm handcuffed and taken out of my room.As I am led through the building I see some of the other girls hard at work cleaning and tidying. I pass Judy. She's on her knees, wearing some sort of grey track suit. She's scrubbing at the floor. She looks up as I go by and I see she's been gagged with a bright red ball. Jo tells her to keep busy and Judy responds with a "Hnng Hnngstregh" which I take to mean "Yes, Mistress."I wonder if something like that will be done to me. I suppose so. Suddenly I'm. There is no conversation, and no sound except the quiet tapping of computer keys.As I sit at my desk and power up my laptop, my boss, D. Webster, walks in, a look of surprise on his round face. He’s younger than I am, but a life of boredom and unfulfilling relationships has made his expression pinched and tired. ‘What are you doing here?” he asks.“I work here,” I say, pushing my reading glasses down my nose so I can see him. “Do you have the water consumption figures from last week?”“You took. Hell hath no fury like a shark wronged! By the time that I was done, Uncle Jasper was living high off the hog and half those CEOs were now living on the streets!Anyway, there I was at Katie’s new house (we sold off the shared residence), admiring at least her taste in decor, which I had to admit was classy as ever, when the door opened and Katie stepped out, wearing nothing but an old T-shirt of mine (how did she get that) and terrycloth pajama bottoms. She took one look at me, as if briefly.