I immediately checked his neck for a pulse and there was none. I hollered out that the guys heart had stopped and that someone call 9-1-1 again and te...l them. I hollered at a guy standing close by that he should keep pressure on the wound. I hammered down on the mans chest and began doing chest compressions. I paused after about a minute and placed my mouth on the man’s mouth and blew hard into his lungs. I went back to the chest compressions.I went on like this for what seemed like forever. Before you attack me again, she took a shot to the head, as well a serious case of oxygen deprivation, so her brain was compromised. She got this way saving my ass, so there is nothing I won't do for her, nothing," he said."Fair enough, now don't you feel better?" Wilma asked."I don't feel one fucking bit better. You are really a bitch," Royce said."And that's my best quality," Wilma answered. I knew Wilma enough to know that it was not her playful joking mood. She had been dead serious, when. .Moumita here again! Thanks for all the lovely mails and few good men in my hangout whom I have gone real nasty with in last few days. Am even planning to be in Kerala sometime next month to fulfill a long term fantasy with the help of a ISS friend of mine. Will write about it once am done experiencing it.Well now that am here I will continue where I left it last time and tell you guys what happened next and how I enjoyed the taboo life that I was into. Be sure to read the first two parts for. "I have to have a good talk with you young man. How could you have betrayed your mother like this? You defiled the last thing that was good between us. I should abandon you to the state and join a Christian woman's retreat."Her plea for sympathy fell on deaf ears. I wish I could have responded with a few blasts of my own, but I was just an eleven year old kid about to turn twelve. I curled up in a fetal ball on my bed. Mother's widow dress splayed across it like a death shroud.I kept.