The walls were plastered and brightly painted. In a small room to one side she could see painted figures of a colossal bull attended by men and women ...ach carrying what she took to be offerings. With a shock she recognised it. This was Pylos, Nestor's palace on the mainland; the great central room, the megaron. How could she be here?She looked down at herself, surprised to see that she was dressed as the women in the wall painting. Her flounced skirt was ankle length, swinging just clear of the. ” Lana states, softly giggling as she turns around and seductively walks over to her drawers as if he doesn’t know the package is on her desk. “I’m sure he’s admiring the view, but how do I get him inside?” Lana thinks, bending over as she opens the wrong drawer. Of course, her shorts ride up, exposing upper thighs and flashing just a bit of her appetizing hips before she gets up. “Huh. Sorry, Mr.Hemsworth, I thought it was inside here. At least, it should be.” She apologizes, glancing over her. The centerpiece was amazing. Four girls, not one of them could have been over fourteen, had been lashed together with bondage tape. Someone had gone through the trouble of finding four slaves so alike in looks that they could have been quintuplets. They were inverted and suspended, their legs spread wide, lashed ankle to ankle and wrist to wrist so that they formed a sort of human box. They had been gagged and blindfolded. In neat calligraphy across each ones stomach was a description of a. Be honest with yourself, Mike. Think back to the old Mike and what he used to say about medical school and the timing of his marriage? Can you TRULY give Angie what she needs? Can you truly be there for her? Does she understand what it means to be married to you?”“Does Elizaveta?” I countered.“Going back to foundations - Elizaveta has a very strong support network and has at least acknowledged the amount of time you’re going to need to spend studying and working. You’ll have her mom and both.