Ugh

Chapter 1

“Ugh,” Christina groaned as she struggled to wake up from her dreamy state upon the soft satin of her bed sheets upon the 4-poster bed.

Christina fell onto the floor with a bump, after slithering about on the satin bed sheets “Shit! That’s another reason not to have satin bed sheets!” she cried, as she struggled to get up off the floor because of her tightly laced night corset.

As she struggled to stand up, she pulled on the old oak wardrobe door, and it came off its hinges and almost flattened her. “That would have made a nasty mess on my soft ivory carpet.” she thought to herself.

Inside the wardrobe, hanging neatly, are dresses, corsets and catsuits of all types and of all fabrics, but the main fabrics seem to be latex and rubber, and not one pair of trousers. Most of these outfits were very wacky and odd.

“Damn!” she muttered, under her breath, as she grasped onto the bed-pole so she could first sit and then stand with the support of the bed. Christina walked over to the wardrobe door, looked at it, and murmured, “That’s why not to do DIY.” and picked up the door and put it on her bed.

She then walked over to her wardrobe, opened the other door very carefully, fearful that it too may fall off. But it didn’t.

What was in this side of the wardrobe was totally different from the latex and rubber in the first side. These clothes are more elegant and nicer, edging towards the normal, but never quite reaching it. There were long corsets of velvets, satins and taffetas, skirts of silk and elegant brocade dresses.

She stood, inspecting them, as if each one was putting its point forward, rallying to be worn, as she picked one out and then put it back, and finally she settled on a long sleeved satin hobble style corset dress, and laid it on her bed as she delved into her panty draw, and triumphantly pulled out a matching red satin thong, and laid the thong by the side of the dress on her bed.

After she laid them down upon the crumpled satin of her bed-sheets, she picked up a towel off the rail and went into the bathroom to have a shower.

After she came out of the shower she got dressed. Then Christina strolled causally into the kitchen, on the way she slipped on her best red boots then switched off the lights in her bedroom.

As she glided her hands along the cool granite worktop, she started thinking about yesterdays £l .5 million settlement for the near fatal misapplication of a drug. Then she reached the corner, opened the cupboard door and while grabbing a cereal bar and noticing it was the second to last she did up her boots before progressing onto the fridge and grabbing a glass of milk, and slopping some onto the oak floor before opening the reclaimed oak door and walking rapidly into the living room and to her computer desk where she set up her new Apple Mac and boot up her dell laptop.

By the time they were up and online Christina had eaten her breakfast, and started to surf the web for songs for her 250gig ipod and information for her latest cases and for the possibility of a big mass tort. She immediately launched Google, dogpile.co.uk, ask.com and Alta Vista, with a load of legal websites and search engines.

After half an hour she had found no mass torts so she gave up. Christina then decided to give up for the morning on the web.

She locked up, and walked down the hall to the lift, and found it to be out of order, which meant that she would need to go down 8 flights of stairs to her Volvo in the car park, so she started walking the 128 stairs down to the carpark, and jumped the last 6 steps in high heels, without breaking her ankle, a minor miracle in anybody’s book. Then she drove off.

“Perfect by nature, Icons of self indulgence”, rang the lyrics of the evenecence song, and speak of the devil, she thought as her opponent hurtled round the corner, probably the one person she knew that fitted the song perfectly, with her long legs, pneumatic chest and platinum blond hair.

The rivalry was from Cambridge law school, where Christina always had the upper hand over Sophie, and even now she had more, higher paying clients than Sophie, but Sophie had always flaunted her money in front of the supposedly more conservative and straight-laced Christina. If only Sophie could see her after dark!