Vivianne wore tracksuit pants and a white halter as she sat among the boxes and bolts of fabric that had taken over her once-immaculate dining room. The eight-seat, solid mahogany table was strewn with materials and paperwork for the corsets on order. Her head screeched from the onset of a migraine. The corsetry business that had started as a sideline had taken over her life and home. Between her schedule and Rhiannon's shift work, she had not even had time to flog her lately. Vivianne headed to her humble kitchen and grabbed a couple of headache tablets. She had planned to rest and nurse her headache, but the phone rang. While she was debating whether or not she should answer it, the machine picked up.
"Viv, sweetie, we're baaaack!" Kate's cheerful voice crackled through the speaker.
Vivianne raced to pick up the phone. "Kate, darling, how are you? When did you get back? Where are you now?" Vivianne had been missing this beautiful lady who had come into her life eighteen months ago.
"Sir and I got back about five days ago; he has been holed up with business until now. We were wondering what you were up to; we thought we might pop over for a visit."
A quick glance over the kitchen/dining room area, and Vivianne decided it was best to meet out of the house.
"How about we meet somewhere else; I can come to you?" No sooner were the words out of her mouth when the doorbell rang. "Shit! Can you hang on a sec? Someone's at the door."
"Sure, sweetie." Kate could hardly keep the smile out of her voice.
As Vivianne opened the door, she saw Kate hanging up her mobile phone. Kate was tall, tanned, and wore her gorgeous collar. She shone as Victor's wench. Victor stood beside her.
"Girl, what are you doing to me?" Vivianne said, still with house phone to her ear. Vivianne looked at it and tossed it onto the hall table.