Chapter 95 – Joanne (Kelvin AKA Whip-me)
Joanne’s point of view.
Standing in the shower, I grab the small mirror to take a good look at my bits and bobs. The mirror steams up, so I wipe it repeatedly, before adding some Dove shower gel to it, then wipe it again. It is not perfect, but a lot better, and I can get somewhat of a good look at what is going on down there.
Good, my scabby rash has all gone, but now I am left with the predicament of designer p***y stubble, not a good look.
“ALEXA, WHAT TIME IS IT?” I shout through to the damned device in my bedroom.
“The time is 9:45 am,” the machine answers.
Shit, that means I have T minus 45 minutes before Whip-Me picks me up.
I grab the new packet of razors, and wrestle with it. You need a freaking razor to open the damned packet, se
