Chapter Forty-Four
Friday, October 20th, 2000, 10:48 pm
They sat curled up in various seats in the lounge. Gemma had chosen a vodka and tonic in the end. She’d made sure Angie didn’t make it too strong. She was reasonably sure she wasn’t getting too tipsy.
They chatted about boys; and about girls – and of course, the topic came around to s****l deviance.
“OK, OK!” Gemma said, conceding a point to Angie. “But how can really horrible pain be sexy? I know I love my n*****s being tweaked, and when Zoe made me get them pierced last year, I didn’t even have the anesthetic, did I, darling?”
“You were very brave!” Zoe slurred. She had not been as careful as Gemma with her drinking.
“But to be whipped? Jesus! That’s got to…”
“Hurt?” Angie added, chuckling.
“Well yes!”
“So, everyone has the
