Even Miranda's lurking mind-shadow, with theclarity of Alex's 'outside' perspective and arbitrary morals, concurredthat notion with a shiver, much to ...y relief. You'd think our "merged minds" would end up a blended consciousness butoddly it wasn't quite that way, rather it was like Miranda suddenly wokewith a whole new batch of older memories which overwhelmed her mind withits own self-awareness which regenerated my return to full consciousness.In a sense, my mind had "morphed" from Miranda's. "Now no bastard, especially those three from last night are going to stop me from being what I am," she pushed Bill's briefs down to his ankles to join his trousers, "which is..."Caroline interrupted her from the doorway. "Which is a loveable slut with a heart of gold; now if you could finish the job of stripping my husband I'll position you on the couch, Vikki you can tell Bill and I when would be good time for the two of us to get together with you and Justin, and Bill, you can tell Vikki and. From behind, I got a nice view of her figure. She was dressed stylish, in a nice pants suit that was cut just tight enough to show her curves, and just loose enough not to be too sexy. I figured her to be about Martina's age, around forty, and she had bottle blonde hair which she wore in short curls. Her walk still had some sway in it that showed she liked to be sexy.When we reached the elevator, she had already called it for us, and we all went inside. Martina took my hand as we went up,. Carol shook her head, it didn't work. She was still naked, bound and gagged. Carol took a moment to feel how exactly she was bound. Her ankle was chained to a ring in the floor; her left wrist was bolted to a ring set with no slack to the top of the table Her right wrist was also bolted to the table, but there was enough slack for her to write with the pencil in between her fingers. Also, there was a stiff leather collar around her neck that was anchored to something, causing her to sit upright.