The last thing you remember was making camp around a spring of fresh sweet water and ordering the sentries to their night watch before going to sleep ...n your tent. Now you lay on you back bound by thick leather manacles on your wrists and ankles in a spread eagle “X” position to a large heavy wooden table carved with strange and ominous runes. The tunic you sleep in has been stripped off, leaving you in just your loin cloth.The bondage table that restrains you is well lit by a large wooden and. ”That had me thinking. These guys knew so much more about Vortex, and stasis devices, than I had been led to believe. I wondered how much they knew because of me, and wondered what they felt they still needed me for. They had offered me a chance to join them, one that I had readily accepted.What was it about me, which enabled me to know or understand what the rest of us did not? What did transparency mean, when it came to a Vortex? So many questions were running through my mind, I barely heard. "Go home!" Lionel demanded and he strode up to me, "Go home you Neanderthal!" he said in my face so I decked him, smack, upper cut to the chin and down in one."Lionel!" Desmond screamed, "Is he all right, don't just leave him there," he whined."No," Al agreed, "Better chuck him out with the trash!" "Too right," I agreed."Ung!" Lionel says, "What happened?" Upper cut," I said, "Stay down keep stum!" You want to fuck or not?" Sandra says."No!" Desmond says, "I don't want to!" His gob says no but. She hoped he wasn't intending on a very long bike ride as she knew what she needed today and the bike ride would definitely be secondary to the ride she was going to get after. All the way down the road he was thinking of what she looked like sat on the bike behind him, leaning forward stretching the leather even tighter over her beautiful little arse. Each car he passed he knew the driver would accelerate to stay with him as long as they could just to keep the sight of her butt in view for as.