Her heart was breaking, tearing, the pain was almost unbearable. She found herself in the second suite, and very much alone. She sobbed and howled lik... a woman who had received bad news from the war department about a husband lost in battle. She cried herself to sleep. Morning broke upon a dark and dismal day. It was clouded and raining and the dampness reached inside everyone in town. Even before breakfast Bella had gone to see the house keeper and announced that she was going for a short. He was a tall light-skinned Jamaican, wearing a pair of khaki shorts, bare-chested. Carol was wearing a light sundress, pantiless and braless. We got in the backseat and were ready to go. During the ride, I was caressing Carol's legs and lifting her dress up. The driver was watching in his mirror and grinning.He let us off at a huge outdoor market. They were selling everything: fruit, T-shirts, pipes for weed, nearly anything you could think of. It was teeming with people. We wandered. Eventually she ordered a vodka and Red Bull. The bartender was a pretty young woman. It wasn’t long before the now unattached wife was asked to dance. Then she was asked to dance again. It felt great for Carol to hit the floor and move her body. Paul never took her dancing. She really let lose and exploited her many years of dance training. A few men tried to chat her up, but the feeling just wasn’t right. Carol was still getting her feet settled. She was checking out the lay of the land. The. "Give it a try," she responded. Sammy continued to pant, but felt the gag shake once, and felt her air completely cut off. No matter what she did, she couldn't breathe. She quickly felt her chest shaking as she panicked. Seconds later, the air suddenly returned, leaving Sammy to make a loud gasping breath. "It inflates a tiny balloon in her gag, forcing her to conserve her air better than she just did," the artist said to the guest. "Again, the whole thing has protections built in. She can't be.