This is Aria's morning routine. At least, it is most mornings. But today she wakes too late, and is forced to sheath her still yearning body in her wo...k clothes. A long day of uncomfortable simmering awaits, unless an opportunity presents itself.It's on the first train she's reminded of her error. An attractive young woman in a short skirt sits across, typing frantically with both thumbs. The screen illuminates the wide eyes and crooked smirk of a well-tended lover. She is, without a doubt,. A scout, perhaps, or a wanderer. They were a nomadic race, and somewhat solitary as well. To be safe, it was decided that I would cease my journeys to the surface for the time being, and then, only resuming them during the light of day, since the Kintinku was nocturnal by nature. Reluctantly, I agreed, and so I spent the rest of the winter months in twilight, consumed by constant desire. Eat, sleep, fuck. Crude as that phrase might be, that became my whole existence until I could recall. ‘Good.’ Conn grinned as he climbed to his feet. ‘See to the mule, boy.’ He nudged the daydreaming Kendrick. Together they quickly packed their belongings while Andreas doused the fire and started to kick sand over their camping place. Once they were ready to walk, he took up the rear and erased their tracks as best he could, till they were back on the solid wet sand near the sea. Conn told them it would be two or three hours before they reached the river and he was right. Nothing disturbed. She loosens the knob just below the stirrup to lift my ankle higher. And then she loosens the knob at the base of the table to spread my legs apart further. First one leg and then the other, I find myself naked, vulnerable, with my legs spread up, open, and wide.I could get up. I suppose I could jump off the table at any time. Nothing holds me down, yet I take no action. I'm not sure what it is, but I think it is the anticipation that holds me down. The thrill keeps me in place. I don't know.