Chapter Seven
Automated Agony
My heart was pounding as I approached the door and slipped furtively inside.
After getting fed up with my constant pestering for a rather ‘esoteric’ kind of s*x, my quite stuck-up and bitchy (if extremely rich) wife carefully researched the subject of my predilections. She finally sent me to this strange, secretive institute, where all my rather twisted needs would supposedly be filled.
I crossed an ornate lobby to a receptionist’s desk. The lady seated there was quite beautiful in a rather severe fashion, dressed in a tight black suit that managed to be sophisticated, conservative and alluring all at once. My mouth was dry and my voice trembled a bit as I cleared my throat and addressed her. “Excuse me, madam, but I’m Mr. Collins. My wife made an appoint
