Why was she here? Who took her? Who tied her up? Why? She began to go over the day, trying to remember how she came to be in this vulnerable situation... The morning had started like most mornings. She worked in the field to ensure a meal. Being a young widow she was left to fend for her own. The people of her community would probably expect her to marry again after her mourning period had ended. Without any dowery she had little to expect from a future husband. But that was only one reason she. In a black dress.....up around her waist, creamy white tights....with a strangers head down between....elbow high black gloves....the look of a Spanish photo-model with long thick brown hair, a beautiful face, curves like a woman should have......and that closed eyes and half open mouth....how long? I do not know, but suddenly, my next view/ memory is he standing in front of her, she on her knees....like she had the devil after her she "buckled up" his pants, pulled them down....stopped, looked. 45pmThe call over, I returned to my office with the intention of doing some work but work just isn’t happening today.Knowing what’s already taking place close by and what will soon follow, I should have guessed it would be a fruitless task, but I have persevered and painfully slowly, two more pages of presentation have been added to the file on my screen.If I listen hard I can hear low whispers and the soft, wet sounds of lips on lips. The bedsprings are softly creaking too.I wonder what they. After breakfast, I took a cup of coffee back with me to where we had set up the computer. I asked it to play the messages left for me. The first one was basically a rehash of what he had told me, but in slightly more detail.The second was a bit more interesting as it outlined the computer's capacities, and they were huge! First, it had an incredibly large hard drive. It was faster and had a huge external storage capacity. It had many abilities. Some equipment that the older me hooked up last.