I laid there for a few minutes, breathing very heavy. He let me rest before we moved on to the final act of his fantasy. Lee untied me from the table ...nd led me back to the recovery bed. There, I laid flat on my back as he went to work. He pulled the bed rails up into the locked position. He then tied my right wrist to the bottom rail with rope. My left wrist was tied on the opposite rail. He tied a rope around my waist, then the ends were tied to the rails, to keep me from moving very much. I. I had been thinking about another brunch, a party, or helping her out at the gallery, something like that. But me, modeling? "But I'm not a model," I finally said."That is partly the point. Besides, the camera loves you almost as much as I do." Even if I hadn't felt myself blushing I'd known that I was flushing because of the grin that crept over Ann's face. "And the theme makes you perfect for it."There was one thing that concerned me, though. Well, there were a lot of things about modeling at. ”Jack and Nate agreed that Trafalgar’s pace should be kept in check until they reached the first-furlong marker and then, from that point the horse should be given his head. Full pace. That meant the seven-furlong marker would be the point at which Trafalgar would have actually covered six furlongs flat out.The watching group moved down to stand midway between the five and six-furlong markers so that they would get an appreciation of Trafalgar at his top speed.Jack was very aware of Becky. True I had been reading a few books on India, and I had watched quite a few movies India that he had lent me. But that was no big deal. I could just as easily done that on my own. So one evening he said he was going to start the test. First he took me into a light trance and the took me deeper. Sometime later he awoke me, I had noticed nothing. "What's the matter Chandril? You little joke not working?" I asked him, and was surprised to find that I delivered the line in an accent like his! I was.