Chapter Twelve
Katya & Tim
Seeing something in an online catalogue, Katya told herself, and then experiencing the exact same sight portrayed between its covers in immediate, up close and personal, time were two experiences separated by a wide gulf.
A gulf barely describable, in fact.
The distance between the two, beginning with fantasy and the chance of making it a reality the contents the catalogue supplied if purchased, were immense. Not surprising then that seeing the same fantasy come to life under one’s hands, as the drugged recipient of human-pet couture of the Russian variety was fitted with his new skin, was so incredible. The gulf between the two as marked, in fact, as those of a one-time kite flyer with dreams of outer-space who one day found himself – or herself in this inst
