One rope went through a ring on the left wall, the other on the right wall. I pulled both, spreading her legs. She squealed as her feet left the floor... I tied the rope ends together, holding her at the spread position I wanted.There she was. Her arms were a little wider than shoulder width, stretched above her by the chains from the hoist. Her full weight was supported by her arms which were bound in suspension cuffs. Her legs were spread almost two feet wider than shoulder width and tried. (Now about the heroine her name is Swathi and she’s my ex. Being different from other ex’s we share everything about our relationships. Her stats were 34-30-32)While I was on the roof to for a walk she came there with 2 glasses of milk for each of us and we started talking while drinking the milk. Our convo started likeShe: Sorry for what happened earlierMe: It’s okay but it’s my fault I should have knocked at the doorShe: Not for that I apologised for leaving without answeringI didn’t get the. When she didn't see the fury she expected she went on. "There is nothing between us but friendship anymore, but if you can manage to control your jealousy with him then I know there will be no problems later on."She watched as the thought of it sunk in. I stood in the doorway like a lump; the look of shock on my face must have been unmistakable."Okay," I managed weakly.A tall lean man appeared in the door behind her. He was a bit taller than me, light brown hair and gray eyes. He seemed to be. Before my previous boss left, I was under the impression he oversaw the research piece of the puzzle. He designed surveys, conducted polls, put together focus groups, etc. The reason I was placed with him, I assumed, was because I had a bit of a background in demography. I wondered if Ms. Caldwell would have the same responsibilities. I was still surprised they had hired an African American woman for such a prestigious job. Minutes later Mr. Calganetti left Ms. Caldwell's office and I waited,.