She was so pleasant to be around. I remember talking to her at her work or on the phone. We talked a lot. Then in early August, it was time for the W...shington County Fair so we went to spend some time together. We walked hand in hand around the fair. We walked around, laughed, had some fun. After a while, we went back to my car which luckily had a front bench seat. We started kissing and making out. As my hands started exploring, I rubbed her back and then got a few quick rubs against her. It wouldn’t have changed anything. It was clear that the woman was suffering from depression and possibly worse: PTSD. Regrettably, there was very little that I could do for her. We certainly didn’t have the personnel, the medicines, or the facilities to treat her. All I could do was to speak to her, and listen to what she said.My gut feeling was that Gloria shouldn’t be left alone. While I definitely wanted a trained medic here at the base or living with Burton in whatever settlement he built,. The voice came from a large family site, where the plot was partitioned by a three-foot-high, wrought-iron fence. In the middle of the plot was a huge stone tomb, eight or ten feet square, rising perhaps 25 feet. She could see a faint glow from behind the monolith. She lifted one leg and eased the foot over the top of the fence, then tried, and nearly succeeded, to gracefully swing her body over the fence. Mid-stride, the height of the fence caught up to her, sliding the skirt up her. ? She wasn?t quite sure what these were for,but the design was all-encasing.? Anysource of light that could be seen could only be reflected on the silvery metalof the bars, making everything obscure to her sense of sight. The bars themselves circled around her and domed above herhead like some kind of strange metallic body shaped igloo or non-piercingiron-maiden.? The mesh of metalsurrounded her and seemed to be attached somehow to whatever the apparatus wasthat she was wearing. It was then she.