"Well- um- it's about, the other day, you know, when- you know... Anyway, I- er- I just wanted to... Apologise."Mindy stuttered."You want to apologise..."Ayala chuckled."What, you're sorry I sat and farted on your face?"She almost burst out laughing."No, not that."Mindy nervously giggled."I mean, I'm sorry for submitting to you, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that, I should have just let you stay on me 'til you were good and ready to get off me." Oh, er, ok..."Ayala replied, a little confused. This was a formalfunction, as many of the men (including the captain), and his staff wore formal uniforms. And, many of the "females" wore evening gowns, and themen wore tuxes or three piece business suits. I of course, wore thatblack form fitting dress (bra less) that I modeled in the style showseveral months earlier. That was the one that was so tight that my nipplerings was visible through the knit fabric! I also wore my six inch blackpumps, black, back seamed fashion hose, and black garter. You might make it out of this alive. Now wrap one end of this rope around your ankles.“Now wrap this rope around your other wrist and lay face down between the posts.“Carla. Take the ends of each rope length and wrap it around the posts at the corners.“Jeff. Keep your face down.“Carla. If this guy even moves his head up to look shoot him. Do you think you can do that?”“At this point it is going to be harder for me not to shoot him than to shoot him.”“Jeff. You have been warned. Trust me on. At first she didn’t seem to know where we were, but as we got our bags off the luggage rack she whispered ‘sorry about earlier, I’ll make it up to you’. The expression 'you're damned right you will' went through my mind, but I resisted saying it out loud.At the reception desk we both checked into to our respective rooms, which as it turned out were right next to each other. Walking down the corridor my room was the first we came to, and I thought Julia would follow me in, but she said ‘I need.