Her mouth is full of the hangman's salty semen, a symbol of life in her mouth even as she travels the road to death. She is able to keep this up for s...veral minutes, but eventually her chest muscles get too weak to force enough air past the noose. She rubs more frantically now, racing against panic, unconsciousness, and death. Soon she can no longer control herself. Her hands twist, fighting the bonds holding them behind her back. Her legs flail trying to get a purchase on something or at least. Her supervisor had told her that if there was any instance of a male absconding from overnight confinement after one of her inspections she'd be looking for a new job; and she didn't want that."We've converted one of the old built-in wardrobes, here," Caroline said, pointing to where a closet at one end of the second bedroom had been modified to provide a place where Graham could be securely lodged."That's a two inch thick door with a five lever lock and exterior bolts at top and foot.. Until one time she has it and held it. I swim over to try to wrestle it away from her. As we are fighting over it, our bodies are pressed against each other...my hands are reaching around her to try to get the ball she as she holds it against herself. Then all of a sudden Gayle says "Stop that!” "Stop what?" I reply brusquely. “You keep grabbing my boob.” I smile “Sorry....I wasn't trying to grab them”. She sys "Right" with a smile and turns to face me. I look down and smirk "But I think you. I was much impressed by her efforts and work. My progress got new road to success only after that exhibition and lecture. I was very much thankful to her. This turned our relation from Boss Secretary to lovers. (Refer my love story “My Secretary Nalini in Singapore”)Later we married. That created havoc in both of our families. She was just 20 and I were 42 years, already divorced once. All the relations from my side were ended. On her side, she had only her mother. Her father was a bank.