With Linda in her shower, Joan in mine, I couldn't help but pop in another one of the tapes. I was just getting into the action of two women working e...ch other over when I heard Linda coming down the hall. She was wearing her extra long sweat-shirt. I didn't know it then but was soon going to find out that was all she had on. I was just able to turn the video recorder off before she entered the room. I was just a little self-conscious and didn't want to give the impression that sex was all I. I wish we could make out what it says."This is where things started to get odd. The ring that had seemed so faded and old suddenly seemed to become cleaner. The faint lettering gradually became legible text. The inscription read: 'Ye ringe of wishes'. We both looked at eachother in surprise. David asked the question first. "Did you just see what I thought I just saw?" I nodded. It was as if the ring had responded to David's wish and revealed the writing. The inscription itself must be true! . Well, it doesn’t look like we’re outside.“Are we inside?” she asks, pushing herself up.Probably. Where inside is the question though.“Does it matter?” she asks.Not really I guess.“Are we naked?”It appears that way. It also means that we don’t have the book.“We don’t need it,” the girl says with a shrugs. “It was only to show what it looked like anyway. It’s the other one we needs and I have the feeling the owner of this place knows what it is.”Very inspiring and insightful. Although it would be. It didn’t look like they had cut circulation, as she claimed, though she might get some lasting bone or nerve damage from their tightness depending on how long he left them on her. In any case, her wrists would have some nice marks to explain tomorrow, that was for sure. But none of that was his problem.Leaving her to stand on shaky legs at the foot of the bed, he snaked his hands around her waist and began to open up the front of her jeans, speaking into her ear as he flipped the buttons one.