It was logical to assume that if the Krell wrote up to down and left to right, then the pictograms and reliefs were likely arranged in a similar patte...rn. She had employed Sleethe’s help in some places, having him lift her up onto his shoulders so that she could reach the higher murals.She was fairly confident that this was a history of their race, which was immensely exciting, but she had no frame of reference. The Krell didn’t record time in any way that she could understand. They didn’t have. I strained against the ties and sneaked a peak inside. There were lotions, lubes, a vibrator or two, some handcuffs and other sordid sex implements. I hoped he would use anything and everything on me and in me. A long peacock feather appeared in my line of vision. Dave touched my mouth with it first. It's softness traced the curve of my lips in light strokes. Tracing an imaginary line down my chin and down the long line of my neck, he tickled my collar bones and each shoulder. The feather. I dimly registered the cold wetness of her hair on my shoulder and her breasts on my back as I tossed and turned to get free. Finally I got her arm and pulled her right over me. She tumbled over in a mass of hair, flesh and towel and I quickly got her pinned.We lay there, laughing and breathing hard, staring at each other's faces. Her hips were twisted slightly to the side but her upper body laid flat on the bed. I held one of her arms up beside her head and had the other one pinned between our. He came into my office.“How is the test process on the tensioning cables?”We planned on running a woven nano-tube cable encased in a CRP-like compound from rim-spoke junction to rim-spoke junction to ensure structural integrity in case the station was spun too fast. Our safety margin without the cables was about a 100%, but I wanted a higher level of safety. Over-rotation was a very low-probability event but could have catastrophic impact if it happened. It wasn’t a risk I was willing to let.