"Do you still love Annie?" I ask, even though I know his answer."Well yeah, but she is- well dead." he slashes his hand through the air. "I can't-" Do...you love the memory or do you love the ghost?" I ask trying to help him break down the feeling."Hu?" Do you love Alys the same way you love Annie?" No" He shakes his head and looks at me in shock at the suggestion. " I smile at him and say, "well I had to check, but go on you were saying."Holliday gives me a grateful smile and starts again. "What. " And the other days?" she asked, "Whipping on Saturdays." Yes, and Sundays if you want to pay me off quicker, a pound a lash, fifty pounds a fuck." And where do I live?" she asked."In the Gym except when you are required for sex." I said icily."How often is that?" she asked,"Twenty four seven if you like, perhaps you could work in the post room or canteen or as a cleaner at the office in case I need you?" I suggested, then I felt the urge returning. "Roll on your back, I want you." I said,. .. everyone's emotions feel and taste differently. Mostly they vibrate a little differently ... that's the feel part. Taste is altogether other.See, while all emotions feel like what they are, not all of them taste like what they are. Different emotions from different people taste, well ... different. And not all of them have a sufficiently strong or memorable taste.The combinations, the mixture of felt, felt and tasted and ... there was something important there I wasn't paying enough. Well it was good either but what choice did I have?I woke up and looked at my clock. It was nearly 10am. They'd be here intwo hours. I had to have lunch ready and be dressed. Oh, and I had toshave. I went right to the shower. There was Mary's razor a pink LadyGillette and her foam. Also there was a bottle of Nair. Mary said sheused that on her legs. I read the instructions and rubbed in on my legs.My pink fingernails were still attached and it was strange when I lookedat them applying the Nair..