All I could think about was how much I wanted to touch it." Her voice faltered, but she soldiered on. "I... I wanted to take you into the basement and...feel you up." Sally arched an eyebrow. "Wow... you really have been giving this some thought, haven't you?" Her heart was now throbbing steadily, and there was a restless warmth building between her legs. She shifted in her seat, murmuring, "It's been a long time..." "It has," Ellie sighed wistfully. They sat silently for a long moment, listening. It was in an older building and the apartment was very large but dated. She said her and her room mate liked the size of the rooms and it was inexpensive. The apartment was a three bedroom apartment. Her room mate had the master suite and she had the other two bedrooms and one bath. They shared the rest of the apartment.Kelly asked if I would like a coke. I did. She took me into her second bed room which she had turned into a den/study area.Kelly came back with a coke and sat in a small chair. Attached to each side of the harness right at her hips were cast iron rods. They ran from her hip down to her ankles. Tight leather bindings held the iron firmly to her legs at the upper thigh, knees, calves and ankles. The rods acted like leg braces, completely preventing her form bending her knees more than a fraction of an inch. She could walk awkwardly and maybe kick backwards, but kneeling or even squatting was completely impossible. Her weight was currently supported by the rods as her. ”I saw he had tears in his eyes. I learned that all of the bridge crew, except the tactical specialist who had been sucked out, had survived.In an empty cargo bay the crew and a delegation of the Union ship had assembled. The American Dream crew had twenty two fatalities among them the chief engineer and the man servant butler. Alex had cried open tears and he didn’t seem to be ashamed of them and addressed us standing behind the row of elongated cargo boxes, now used as coffins. “I am deeply.