The walls were covered in graffiti, almost all of it of a sexual kind. There were drawings of cocks… and of naked women, some descriptions of sexu...l acts… and contacts… and phone numbers for people: "Looking for a good time," or… "I want to get my cock sucked." I realized to my horror that these toilets were used as meeting places for people… especially gays. I remembered the envelope, and with shaking hands, I opened it. Inside it was another envelope… and a letter. The letter read: . Raise your chin to accent that lovely longneck of yours. Head straight, but eyes cast downward. Good, nowshoulders back and elbows closer to you sides and adjust where you holdyour skirt."It might feel awkward now, but it will become second nature in a shorttime. Stand up and repeat it, please."I repeated just this part about ten times and it really did become morenatural, and also looked some much more delicate.She continued, "Very good, now for the dip. I want you to go to thebarre and. About a year. Oh my god! I complained bitterly because my husband is going to be away on a business trip for one month. I didnt think that I could go that long without sex. So what did your husband say? He told me to get myself a lover. Then he told me about a list of escort agencies across America that he will be contacting. He did? And how do you feel about that. About finding a lover? I quite like the idea. How about you? Would you like to be one of my lovers? I dont intend to confine myself. Even had her lover come at that instant the poor girl would still have been snuffed by her swollen tongue. The rope finally snapped her hyoid bone and her tongue began to protrude from her gaping mouth. Lewis looked at the woman’s face. Caroline had thought the world a dark place with her eyes began to bulge from her head but gradually a deeper shade of night fell upon the hanging creature. Even when the woman tried to blink her eyelids hardly moved over the bulging orbs. She noticed her field.