I need to tell him. Surely he would understand."James... I need to say something and you may think me weird for this. Ever since the summers you spent...in my pool.. I felt something.. I don't know what it was, but I felt something. But now that I see you now as a man I know. James, really do want you. I want to be at your feet, at your hand even. But please. I need you."A look of surprise grazed his face. He smiled, breathed deeply. I was deeply nervous and wanted to cry. He looked deeply into. "I can't imagine you being either of those things," he soothed, looking at her tenderly.Her lower lip quivered as she contemplated what, or how much, to say to Ben. She didn't want to divulge the secret project she and the professor had agreed to collaborate on, yet if he were in fact dead, there was really no point in keeping the secret. And Ally really did feel like she needed to talk with someone about everything that was going through her head... "You might change your mind if you hear what. Quickly, Ruth-Anne climbed down the stepladder and stowed it and moved asquickly as her 5" heels allowed her. She then attached the correct ropesto her panties and bra, they hung slack waiting to do their deed. She pulledon the slip and attached the rope for that item, then Ruth-Anne pulled on herskirt and fastened it place, she then attached its rope to the skirt. Now,she was able to fasten her ankles into place, she chose to put herself intoa classic spreadeagle pose with all her limbs at. She looked at it for a little while, turning it over in her hand, and then looked up at Eddie with the weirdest look on her face. "Eddie, why do you think this girl is deluded?" Well, how could she have traveled through time like she claims?" But she isn't claiming that she traveled through time, is she?" Umm, No? But if what she's saying is true, then she must have. Why are you asking this?" Well, I've never seen anything like this. It looks like a nightgown from the early eighteen.