Technology

She wondered which of the gazillion programmes on her

washing-machine wouldn’t ruin the

secrets Victoria had vouchsafed, what to

defrost in the microwave with its

rebarbative instructions, how to

schedule the Skype meeting with the

Execs from four time-zones; how to get them to

stop blabbing so she had time to

shower and shave and

dress sexily for her lover, show him how the

happy-snaps worked, make sure the

video was plugged in, and the

laptop with the webcam was

well-positioned so her

husband working abroad could watch her being

well fucked, and where were the batteries, and---

oh ma-a-an, she moaned as the

cock did its job, a

woman’s work is never done.