They laughed even more at the sight of me bringing in the coffee on a tray, with my feet splayed apart and the bottle swinging from my balls. Laura clapped a hand to her mouth and squealed with delight.
“Oh, my God! I wish we hadn’t agreed not to take photos. Oh, this would be a classic. Imagine showing it to our kids, love!” She rocked back in her chair with another wave of laughter.
As I set the tray down and served their coffee I noticed the cover had been pulled back from the torture chair. Oh God, what the f**k had they done?
“Oh, do you like the modifications we made to the chair sweetie?” Laura said, sipping her coffee.
The urine-stained cushion had gone; in its place was a small coconut floor mat. It actually had the word “Welcome” spelled out in darker brown letters. On the
