Come. Let's begin," he said, leading me over to the bed. I stood next to it, and from behind me he removed my tee shirt, then unzipped the jeans and p...ulled them down over my hips to the floor. I stepped out of them and began to remove my panties. "NO!" he exclaimed. "Leave them on for me. Please, Kara." I did as he requested, and he lay me gently onto the bed. I felt the fur-lined leather restraints being attached to my wrists. Robert buckled them shut, then moved to my feet and restrained them. Inanother legend she was the mother of the god Pan and the father wouldbe either Hermes or Zeus, but academic research suggested that Pan, asa nature god, was older that the Olympians. These scholars attributedPan?s fatherhood to Cronus, who sometimes was depicted as a monstrousSatyr. That was it, I was in the legend of Pan?s birth after my rapeby the god Cronus. The only question was, why I had been transportedto the real world. There were also, of course, practical concerns. Ifthis was true,. I had been there about three weeks and felt like I was getting cabinfever. I mean I had to get out of the house. I was not being preventedfrom going out, I just did not feel ready, but it was getting to me. Itold Debbie that the next day I was going to take a bike and go for aride around town. She thought it was a good idea and asked if I wantedher to go with me. I thought that would defeat the purpose."I have an idea." She said and went to her bedroom. She returned shortlywith a bunch of bras. ‘It’s Anoush,’ Arad replies. I furrow my brow and climb out of my cot. I turn around to face the bunk, and there I see Anoush lying face up, his worn features a mask of absolute peace, and his chest still. His snores have been permanently silenced. ‘He must have died in his sleep,’ Arad muses aloud. ‘I’ll get the captain. We’ll give Anoush a burial when we pull into town.’ ‘How close are we?’ I ask flatly. ‘Just a few hours.’ With that, he leaves the room and strides down the hall, his soft.