..in fact we are so close and feel so attached. It is amazing and I so love the feeling. I begin to kiss your hands gently and discreetly from time to...time and in between our chat and having more wine. We exchange more smiles and deep meaningful looks as we drink and chat and I feel more electricity and gravity for passion in the air between us. I can almost feel your heart beat from holding your hands and touching your skin. My finger tips are tracing your skin up and down your arm as I caress. And then, how they had come home after midnight to find that he had hanged himself in his room—that he had died, despondent, and all alone on Christmas Eve—while they were at a church service. ‘I should have known,’ Clara said as she at last struggled through the telling of that story. ‘I was just too busy with getting everything just right for Christmas. But I should have known. I found this coin in the trash can in my bedroom three days before Christmas. I should have known that Erick was. He intended to leave, and she had realized that, and was unhappy about it. One day when he went to her place and let himself in, she was standing on a chair, nude, hands cuffed behind her back, cuff key on the floor, and with a noose around her neck. It was cinched up tight to one of the eye-bolt’s he had put into the ceiling (normally she hung plant baskets from them for ?camouflage?), no slack in it. If the chair went, she would be suspended well off the floor. He knew the bolt would hold her. . what? What could she say?Max took another long look at the screen before standing up, his body trembling. He knocked his chair over, then turned and ran from the classroom.It wasn't till then that Mr. Stephens noticed anything was amiss. He strode to the TV set, where he quickly took in what was being displayed. He at once recognized the couple performing on screen. "My god!" he cried, and reached for the off switch.As the screen went black, he swung round to look at Robyn. She was frozen in.