by Tiffin
© 1999 Tiffin, all rights reserved
Craving a cigarette Anna slowly rose from the bed, well-practiced hands quickly wrapped the sheet around slender shoulders. Not bothering to turn on the lamp since morning had long past, Anna walked towards the room she called her library. The parquet floor gleamed as the sun danced across the star patterns laid out so precisely by workmen a hundred years ago. A swift glance about the room brought the whip's attention to her. It snaked under the sofa's side as if crawling off to hide. Remembrance of the early morning interlude brought a smile of smugness to Anna's bruised lips; she was pleased with her ability to torment her clients with such a tool. A chuckle escaped as Anna thought of them begging for mercy with the password they both had agreed upon 'ice cream'. Hearing the water gurgle through the ancient pipes Anna knew her client just flushed the toilet readying selves to leave. Anna paused for a second at the window, which over-looked her garden as she continued to smoke her half-finished cigarette. Watching the daffodil blossoms' sway, gently touching the tulips planted along their side, Anna swiftly returned to the business at hand. Another client was due in two hours and Anna only desired to luxuriate alone in the swirling warmth of a lilac scented bubble bath.