The strong smell of the ether caught in Eric's throat and, as it did so, she started massaging the bag, making him take really deep breaths. He could...'t see and all he could hear was the blood rushing through his ears, louder and louder as he had the sensation of falling down a deep black tunnel. The anaesthetist continued to massage the bag as Eric breathed in and out, squeezing the bag hard as he breathed in to force more into his lungs and letting go as he breathed out and the bag refilled. Pulling her knees up to her chin, musing to herself how he would feel inside of her, his hands on her body. Chuckling to herself she found she was feeling a bit playful tonight. He reached the rock and began grabbing for her legs. Kicking her feet, squealing and giggling like a kid, squirming to get away from him. Losing her balance sliding off the rock and into his arms. Holding her breath as his arms wrapped around her. Looking deep into his eyes mesmerized, hearing only her hearts’. Batgirl looked and saw Goatee Beard was using a smart-phone to take pictures of her in her suspended constriction.“I’ve got video capability with this thing!” he smirked as he waved the device at Batgirl, “I’ll use it when the real fun starts!”“Don’t waste the batteries, Clyde!” laughed the Panties King, “The real fun may last a while!”Both men laughed at this, but Batgirl was concentrating on Goatee Beard.‘Your name is Clyde!’ she thought, ‘You’re a well-built black male, height just over six. Sigh!Dan nudged me and told me to look up at where the ceiling arched above us.“What shapes do you see?”“It’s an arch, like for holding up bridges. I suppose a roof like that is a bit like a bridge, it has to go over a big empty space like a bridge goes over a river. And the girders have triangles in them. You said triangles are strong shapes. A big roof like that must be pretty heavy, so it needs strong girders to hold it up. How am I doing?”“Clever girl! We have one little conversation about.