Package

She’d had to sack someone which

always made her bristle so her

secretary sidled silently in to

deliver the package which

sat ignored through several

sharp phonecalls until she

ripped its DHL’d wrapping to reveal a

hinged well-made box containing a

heavy leather-handled chain attached to a thick

collar on which was embossed in

silver the word SLUT, and a note:

“I will enjoy making you wear this,

parading you

naked on all fours in front of

my friends, Your

Secret Admirer.”

She reached for the phone, tried to

recall the number for Security but

hand and phone never met, her

eyes never left the

obscene gift and her

mind couldn’t get rid of the

sordid image of herself so

graphically described and she
became aware of a faint

scent of herself in the

otherwise sterile office.