"The water is fairly cold," she remarked with a slight shiver. While it was fairly warm by human standards, it was quite chilly for a Vulcan, so the t...me for splashing around was limited."Let's get back to the beach; I've got an idea how to warm ya up again," Trip teased her, unashamedly ogling her naked body."I am interested to find out what it may be."As they walked towards the beach, each taking pleasure in admiring their respective mate's naked form, Trip noticed an amused eyebrow."What's. He recognized her face. Everyone would."You are the Architect." He said.She was, but she wasn’t listening. Her eyes reached afar. Concorde was fading on the horizon, her metal body distorted through the games of still heat. As she stood on the ramparts, her eyes pierced behind the beauty of the sea. She saw the most ferocious of battlefields. Her war against everything, against the heat, against the unrelenting bitch and the sea her weapon.Even now, she felt the all-powerful force of nature. Don’t worry he isn’t coming in. Tonight you’re all mine,” she said sauntering over to the door in her underwear. Mistress opened the door dressed like that to receive the bag Sir so graciously delivered. Carrying the bag, she made her way back over to me and grabbed the leash attached to my collar. “This place isn’t too big, let's find pet’s bedroom. I could ask you but that would require removing that gag. It's more fun for me to guess.” I stood to follow her but she stopped and gave me a. She then wanted me to check right then to see if we could swim tonight. I said that I would after I had showed her the rest of the house.The remainder of the tour was more sedate. I showed her my office, with my desk and book shelves lining the wall. She was interested in many of the books and was especially interested in those travel books and books on archaeology that I treasured most. I told her that as long as she treated the books with respect, she was welcome to read anything in the.