Chapter Two
When they enter the shop a young man approaches.
‘Can I help you, sir?’ he asks E.
‘Yes,’ says E. ‘I need a tail for this little pup.’
She blushes bright red and stares down at the floor. She wishes she could run away.
‘Very good, sir,’ the young man says, as if this is a perfectly usual request. ‘Did you have anything in particular in mind?’
‘What I’d like,’ E. says, ‘is something that will wag nicely when she wiggles her bottom.’
God, she thinks, this is even more excruciating than I feared.
‘Step this way,’ says the young man.
On a shelf are set out a variety of tails. Each is attached to a large plug; to her mind, a very large plug. I’d never be able to take anything like that, she thinks.
‘There’s this one,’ says the young man, picking up a tail rather like that
