Chapter Fifty
Saturday, October 23rd, 2000, 11:07 am
Breakfast was superb. Paul had cooked Gemma’s bacon to her exact specification – crispy, but not burned. Despite the wonderful meal the previous evening she found she was hungry again.
“Oh Zee-Zee, let me take that collar off you!” Angie said around a mouthful of toast. “You’ve worn it all night!”
“No!” Zoe said. “I’m going to wear it all the time now. I’m yours remember; I don’t care who knows it.”
“Sweetie; we talked about this!” Angie said patiently. “I am not going to have the woman I love scarred because she wears a collar for too long! You heard what that guy in the forum said – his boyfriend got a mark after only a couple of weeks! You were the one who insisted on wearing the f*****g thing all the time we were in France! You’
