‘Did you say you found something interesting in your reading today?’ Miranda smiled mischievously and said, ‘As long as you’re still dealing w...th the problem of unpredictability in synthetic synaptic reconstruction.’ ‘What have you found?’ I asked eagerly, leaning in and pulling my notebook and pencil closer. ‘I’ll get my notes,’ she smiled, swinging her legs out from under the table. Miranda was right. It was easy to get my mind back on track, given sufficient stimulation. ******* The next few. .. could it be? If he'd intended the rape as a roleplay that he merely didn't let her in on until halfway through, was this the same thing? Just a weekend of kidnapping victim adventure before he sent her back to her normal life? Or was she fooling herself, constructing a false hope, and had nothing ahead of her but being chained up in this sparse basement?Either way, she didn't want to wait anymore. No more faking it to sustain the fantasy, it was time to live the reality. Just one last bit of. Her fingers loosened his tie and he unbuttoned the top one on his shirt and took off his suit jacket. Dan slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders and she let it fall to the floor. He smiled taking in the beauty of her naked chocolate coloured skin.“I guess it’s a little too late to ask if you have any objections to fucking an Afro-Canadian woman.”“When it comes to loving a woman I am not prejudiced about her skin colour or her size. I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a bed with several. But now?" Now is good, hon." Yeah?" Yeah."They linked hands again, and walked on, following the path along its winding detours, Lee dipping his head when the lower branches threatened him with their drooping leaves. Eventually, the clearing came into sight, a large green area surrounded by thick trees, a circle of foot-friendly grass, glittering with the filtered sun.Picking up the pace a little, Maria ran into the clearing, dancing around in random non-patterns, her feet digging into the soft.