I decided I would be there to watch and participate without her knowing it and act like I was on my trip as planned. That Friday I took her to the cab...n, ran the cameras and hooked everything up to make sure it was working. I brought out two new sexy corsets for her to wear and feel sexy in if she wanted to use them and I broke out a stockade they could restrain her in doggy style with a neck hoop and waist belt so she was completely immobilized. I told her the guys had a key and they would be. Leaning against the bed, she took a deep, shuddery breath, and held up her hand. “Give me a second, please.” She belched loudly, bent double over her knees. Iris dropped to a knee beside her.“Are you okay?” she asked.“Not really.” Breathing raggedly through her open mouth, Rebecca tongued back saliva that wanted to leak from the corners. She belched again, wet and loud, and excused herself.Younger-Rebecca took a half-step toward her ailing visitor and though frustrated, looked concerned. “Who. .." I said slowly, "I don't know what to call you..."She cocked her head. "Well ... what do you want to call me. What comes naturally?"I thought for a moment. "Fiona," I said."Okay! I like that. Every time you say it I'll be reminded of you calling out to me as I ran away."We started walking again, but this time her arm was round my waist and mine round her shoulder. It slowed us down, but, after all, we had all the time in the world.They do say the path of true love is never smooth and. Some of the mesa tops contained pools that spilled over their edges, falling between the smaller mesas that rose at the edge of the stream that ringed the perimeter of the circular tablelands, contributing to the river that meandered, like a ribbon, through the center of the green plain far below. Between most of the rearing mesas, natural stone bridges had formed, presumably as a means of steadying and reinforcing the strange, tall towers. Against the far northern horizon, a mountain of jagged.