His bathroom is like something out of a magazine, that’s what to think about. Just keep counting the things around her until she has an actual heart attack, or – goes out to dance until dawn. White floor tiles in small hexagonal shapes. Black ones line the edges. Sink with turn-on H + C taps and a tiny faucet in the middle. Two silver poles hold up the basin. Plant on the side. There is an art deco lamp on wooden towel drawers. Flora twists her signature curl around her finger repeatedly. Lays it on her cheek. She looks good though! A pout and a pose then she turns to the bathroom cabinet. He has no idea. All this luxury! Her area is still going through the Leith Improvement Scheme even now! It’s endless in Leith. Rebuilding! Old businesses closing down! Men from the council walk around with clipboards being total fannies. They won’t stop until all Leithers are out ay Leith. They’ll keep hiking up rents until that’s exactly what happens. It will be this city’s total shame when it does. Flora rearranges bottles. There is a massive bottle of One Night Cough Syrup. That looks useful. Ingredients include: alcohol (less than 1 per cent); cannabis indica, F. E.; chloroform; morphia, sulph. Half a teaspoon three times daily. There is Farben Fabriken’s – heroin. What a very pretty bottle! He’s brought that back from New York. How many coughs has he had lately? Cocaine tooth drops. He has never before complained of toothache! Her ex once got a bottle of vintage Vin Mariani. 11 per cent alcohol and 6.5 mg of cocaine in every ounce. Leo XIII gave it a gold medal. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde during a six-day binge. If it was good enough for Jules Verne and Conan Doyle and Queen Victoria and the Shah of Persia! Before the war her ex’s mother, no less, used to get a kit in Harrods called A Welcome Present for Friends at the Front. It had everything! Cocaine, morphine, syringes, needles. Of course it has a touch of the bad reputation about it now, harder to get a hold of, which makes it all the more fun. There is a tin of Johnson’s baby talc. Perfume by Yardley and hair clips. Close the cabinet door. Flush the toilet three times – just for the novelty of it. There’s a cough and a scrabble and a snigger.

Flora pulls back the shower curtain.

– Did ye do too much, hen?

– Bite me.

The taller man pushes the other one down onto his knees and takes his cock out.

He pulls Flora over and kisses her deeply.

The man kneeling in the bath runs his hand up her leg and caresses her arse.

She shouldn’t!

Although… Greig will have had countless women and men in the last eleven months.

Flora parts her legs. It’s wrong… which is why it feels so good.