She could not move her head at all. Not even side to side because of the strap on her forehead. The neck brace concealed her head in the box. All she ...ould do is look right at the lens facing her. Her body was strapped down heavily and quite tight. Straps held her shoulders, arms, wrists, chest, stomach, thighs and legs down tight and kind of encased them. It was then she focused on her feet. She tried to wiggle them but could not move them at all. Her feet were completely encased in some sort. She did so by just being an exceptional woman. She listened when he was frustrated with work and wanting something more. She didn’t judge him or berate him, she communicated well and she just had a light that emanated from her that seemed to make her glow. She was radiant from the inside out and he didn’t want to dirty that. He hadn’t quite come to the same level of comfort about sex and sexuality as Taisha had even though he had much more experience. He was an attractive black man with a. Your mechanic was putting a new brake line on as we were leaving. We have a few questions, if you don't mind?" Am I suspected of something?" No, of course not. But we do suspect something fishy is going on. Have you had any arguments or disagreements with anyone lately? Is anyone mad at you or holding a grudge?" Not that I know off. Was that mechanic right? Is someone setting me up? Could I have been killed?" Well Mister Evans, someone was definitely hoping to cause you bodily harm and maybe. My husband would just barge in, but in this case, I figured a more subtle approach was needed. Em allowed my entrance, and she was laid out on her bed, face down, her eyes puffy and red, her cheeks tear-stained. I took a seat on the edge of the bed.I asked her what happened, and the words flowed faster than a waterfall, accompanied by more tears. After several minutes, I finally found out that a local boy she was sweet on, Carl, and had even gone out on a date with, was caught with another.