I inflatedthe gag only part-way; enough to keep my mouth open by about two inches. Idisconnected the bulb, and tossed it away; the gag would stay infl...ted untilI got it back. A strap went from the gag around the back of my head to the other side. Anotherstrap went cheek to cheek, going under my chin. I cinched that one down tightlyso that my mouth was only open about one inch. I hoped that would please Seagull.Additional straps went from my cheeks, meeting over the bridge of my nose,going over. In one of the drives in the evening it become dark and as we were parked in secluded places we happened to hug each other on some topic. The hug lingered and I gently kissed her on her cheek. This was the start of our many kisses though they remained on the cheek of forehead for almost a month and then one day the our lips brushed each other accidentally and then deliberately. We started finding excuses to be alone with each other and one day at my place when she came over for a chat we just. Unfortunately, it was at that precise moment that Susan opened his office door with a steaming cup of coffee, made just the way she liked it, black and sugarless. There wasn't room enough for the both of them in his normally pristine office, there wasn't room enough for him in his Armani suite either. Shreds of wool and shantung silk hung from his gigantic scaly frame as did bits of Susan, squashed, mixed with coffee and splattered all over him and the one remaining wall.Hers had been a short. It was just that almost nobody was missing. Most of the missing were probably hospitalized. Even Cathy Mitchell was there. Her husband Gary hadn’t attended service since a woman was assigned as pastor. This was Cathy’s second time -- she had come on Easter. Gary wasn’t hospitalized, though not in the best of health. Jen got that sort of news.The wedding was scheduled for later in the day, but Independence didn’t hold with coming to church in the afternoon and claiming that you had been too busy.