A FANTASY EXECUTION

By

Jim

THE EXECUTION OF ISABEL GONZALEZ

Note - This Story is Strictly Fantasy. The author does not and never has condoned or advocated violence against women or anyone else.


The time is the future. We are now well into the 21st century. Social values changed a lot during the last 50 years. Over the years one thing led to another. They then stopped the parole system. Now when a person gets a prison sentence of 10 or more years. They now have the choice of prison or being put to death.

If they choose this option, they must have thirty days to think over the matter. If they still choose to do this, they have to sign a death warrant giving consent to the State to end their life. Once they decide to do this, it is the point of no return.

The State feels that it might be cheaper and more humane to go to a man or woman's hometown to perform the execution there. The State gave us a portable gallows to use.

My name is James Berry, I am the chief executioner for the State. What makes my job so different? It's just that the client's I meet will be very much alive when I meet them. Then they will be dead, when I complete my job with them.

With this job there is a mystery of life and death. It forms part of the intrigue. It is the time when a living human being stops being one.

In a war zone, no person can ever tell when they’re going to die. Yet when it comes to an execution, there is no room for doubt. An execution is a lot like a play on a live stage. All the actors have their parts to play. The timing of the acts being known ahead of time, All eyes are on the main actor of this tragedy. We are a lot like the supporting cast. We inspire the person to give of their best. The person or the star, because of the viewers there, will go through their steps.

It was a warm sunny June day. The dark skinned woman who appears to be in her late 30's with silken black hair that went down her back. Her name is Isabel Gonzalez. A blue floral house dress hid her slim body. Her bare feet were in black velour mules.

Her house dress was blue with a red floral print on it. The fit was loose enough for comfort. The shirt collared dress had a front zipper, short sleeves and front pockets. The black velour mules she was wearing were flat with no heels with a fancy gold appliqué on it.

Then she sat in front of a mirror and touched up her eyes. She then applied a red colored lipstick to her lips. Then she brushed out her hair. She applied some make up to her face with high cheek bones and a slender nose above full lips. Her trimmed eyebrows were above her almond shaped brown eyes.

Then Isabel put on a new bra, underpants and panty hose. Next she opened her closet and took out a lovely dark blue dress and put it on.

She put on her dark blue knee-length dress she wore to a happier occasion. The dress has lots of detail. It has a surplice wrap front that tucks at the collar and a full-sweeping knee-length skirt. She pushed up its long sleeves for a bit of a change. Her dress has an elastic waist with a black velvet belt. The belt has a rhinestone trimmed bow. Then she put on a pair of black patent high heel pumps.

She asked her friend Claire, "How do I look?" Claire said, "You look great."

Today, Isabel feels very scared about a choice she must make. It is the hardest choice of her life. The State found her guilty of various offenses. They were all minor, but they added up to 40 years. The judge is going to let Isabel choose her sentence. She can either serve the 40 years or be hanged.

Then she got into the car with her friend Claire and she drove them to the courthouse. Claire parked across the street from the courthouse at a pay parking lot. Then they entered the courthouse through revolving tinted glass doors. Then they took an elevator up to a floor where the courtroom was at. They then both sat on a cube that was in the lobby.

When they called Isabel's name, Claire came with her into the courtroom. The Judge asked, "Would you state your name please?" Isabel said to him, "My name is Isabel Gonzalez."

The Judge then said, "Isabel Gonzalez, this court has found you guilty of offences against the State. This court is giving you a choice of sentences. The one is that you serve 40 years behind bars, the other choice is death by hanging."

Then the Judge asked her, "Isabel Gonzalez have you decided what you want to do?" Isabel replied, "Yes, your Honor, I would prefer to die." The Judge then said, "Are you sure this is what you want?" Then Isabel nodded her head "Yes." The Judge said to her, "Do have anything to say before we give this sentence?" She then softly answered, "No."

Then the Judge said, "Isabel Gonzalez, it is the decision of this court. That you are to be placed under house arrest. There you will wait until a date and time when this sentence can take place. Then you will be taken from your home to a place of execution and there be hanged by the neck until dead."

Isabel then went home with her friend Claire who volunteered to be a guard for her. Nothing happened throughout the summer. Isabel mostly laid out in her back yard and to get herself a suntan almost every day. For a while she was beginning to think they may have forgotten her.

Then one day in September, she got a letter in the mail telling her that she was to die on October 30, 2087.

About October 27th I received orders to go to the town # 579. I only knew that a woman whom they sentenced to life imprisonment decided to take the death option rather than face prison.

The next day, we drove our van, loaded with everything needed for the job.

We drove to the town of #579 and reported to the Sheriff's Office there. Sheriff Peters was a woman and she had us all to take a seat.

She is a black woman in her mid fifties. She is over weight and of average height. Her face is round with dark eyes, a flat nose and wide lips. Her hair is short and curly.

She wore a gray sweater with brown slacks and black pumps. Ms. Peters looked like she had all the weight of the world resting on her two shoulders. Her name is Brenda Peters.

I said, "I'm here on behalf of Mrs. Isabel Gonzalez. I will be hanging her." The staff there served us drinks and we sat and talked for an hour. Ms. Peters said, "This is a small town and we all know this woman and her family personally."

Ms. Peters said, "Since they issued Mrs. Gonzalez the death warrant, she is staying at her home while she waits for her execution. You can set up the gallows in the gym at the Peterson High School."

Ms. Peters then asked us, "How do, you all feel about having to put a woman to death?"

Then I said, "As far as I can tell, I see no problems in hanging women. The only change in the routine is that I tie their legs at the hem of their skirt or dress. This is done for the sake of decency."

Then I said, "I would like to interview her to find out what arrangements we may have to make." She said, "That should not be any problem." I had Helen to call Mrs. Gonzalez to see if she would talk to us. She said to Helen, "You can come anytime."

When we got there, I had a bathroom scale with me with me. The scanner was something like the old hula-hoop. It gives us data about any health problems the person may have. I rang the doorbell. A woman opened the door.

My eyes fell on a tall slim looking woman. She looks to be in her late 30's. She was a tall woman with dark brown skin. Her beautiful face has high check bones with a slender nose above full lips. Arched eyebrows were above her lovely almond shaped brown eyes with long silken black hair. She was wearing a blue floral house dress and black velour mules.

I asked, " Isabel Gonzalez, I presume?" The woman answered, " Buenos Dias." Isabel gave me a nervous smile and said, "My name is Isabel Gonzalez. My, oh you're so handsome. I've been expecting you both." Her Spanish accent voice was soft like a child. "It's too bad you have come for hanging me?" So Helen and I went inside.

Her friend Claire said, "I have made some coffee for us. Would you like some?" I said, "Sure." After a few minutes' she served us coffee. Then we talked small talk for a while. Then Isabel said to me, "Senor Berry, I know you're not here for coffee and talk."

I said to her, "Mrs. Gonzalez, your execution is scheduled for October 30th, which is the day after tomorrow. It will be at the Peterson High School down the street. The time of it will be at or around four o'clock in the afternoon. But you can extend this to midnight." She nodded her head in agreement.

Isabel looked at me and in her soft and childlike voice she asked me, "Senor, I should ask forgiveness for troubling you. Is being hanged a painful death? Just, what will happen to me when you do it?"

Then I said, "Mrs. Gonzalez, when you hit the end of the rope. It will snap your neck in less than a second. It's not time enough for you to feel anything. Then at that point, all fear and pain will be over for you in that instant." Isabel then smiled and said, "That is good."

I then asked Isabel, "Mrs. Gonzalez, would you step on the scales for me?" When she stepped up on the scale. I read her weight at 130 lbs.

Then Helen had her to go stand against the wall and made a little pencil mark from the top of her head. She then took out a tape and measured her height at 5 feet, 10 inches and her chin height at 5 feet.

I asked her, "Mrs. Gonzalez, what's your age? She looked at me and said, "I'm 38." Isabel asked, "What is this for anyway?" I said, "This is just to make sure that everything goes according to plan."

Then Helen asked her, "Isabel, can we talk alone?" So then Isabel and Helen went into the next room. They both sat at the kitchen table as Helen asked her some questions on a questionnaire.

Helen then said, “Isabel, you know that the time and date of the execution will be October 30th, the day after tomorrow at or around 4 p.m.” Isabel nodded and said, “Yes.”

“You understand that the guests allowed to come with you are members of your family. A friend, a priest and other persons approved by the Sheriff. Isabel said, “Yes.”

“You understand that all guests, except for those who will attend should leave when it's time to prepare for the execution. (As a rule 2 hours prior to the scheduled execution).” Isabel said, “Yes, I understand.”

Helen then asked her, "Isabel, how do feel right now?" Isabel said, "I can't help being scared. I would be lying if I said I wasn't. I'm not a very brave person, yet I don t want to look like a coward."

Helen held her hand as and said to her, "I know this is a tough choice you've made. Love, being scared is OK. But it isn't bad, I mean when it happens it won't hurt."

"Remember honey. Your family and friends will be there. This is very hard for them as well. The only thing they can cherish will be a quiet courage on your part when the time comes."

Isabel then asked her, "How should I prepare myself for this?" Helen said to her, "As far as prepared goes, it would be best if you wear your funeral clothes to it.

"It will save your love ones a lot of expense and us a lot of work. The choice of clothes for burial is a personal one. You can wear a dress, blouse and skirt, or a pantsuit. It can include clean new panties and bra or a slip. Low heel shoes, flats or slippers that won't fall off your feet would be preferable."

"When it's time, you'll have to remove your panty hose if you're wearing it. But footies or knee socks are OK.” Isabel then asked, "Will, my clothes get dirty, when they do it?"

Helen said, “At that time I'll give you a diaper to wear.” Isabel then said, "This diaper will keep my clothes clean?" Helen said, "Yes love, it will keep your clothes nice and clean. This way you don't have to worry about messing your self. Isabel smiled and felt at ease with Helen. "I see, I would still like to look pretty one more time."

Then Helen continued to ask more questions, “Who do you wish to release your property and funds to? Isabel said, “My sister, Marie.”

Then Helen asked, “What are your wishes regarding the disposition of your body?” Isabel then said, “I would prefer my body to be turned over to my family to be cremated.” Then Helen wrote that down.

Then Helen said, “For a last meal, it can be served with family and friends present in accordance with established procedures. Food prepared by a local restaurant is acceptable. No alcohol nor any illegal substances may be used in the preparation or serving of your last meal. Tobacco products are also prohibited from being served.”

Isabel then asked, “Is it alright if my family brings the food?” Helen said, sure, that’s no problem.”

Helen then said, “You will be asked if you have any last words or wish to make a last statement. This statement should be reasonably brief in nature. If you wish to make a written statement, you may submit a written statement to the Sheriff's Office by tomorrow.”

Then when they both came back into the house and the living room.

I said to Isabel, "All I can say is that I wish you the best of luck and unless I can be of further service to you. I will see you the day after tomorrow."

Isabel smiled, and gave Helen a hug. Then she gave me a hug. Her soft breasts against my chest stirred me. Then I quickly dismissed such thoughts.

Helen said to her, "Like I said Love, don't worry about a thing. You'll know you will be all right."

Later when we went to the High School. I inspected their gym and thought it would be the best place to assemble the gallows. The hard wooden floor was very shiny. We found the lighting in the gym to be good.

After the staff set up the gallows, I went to the top inspect it. Hanging on the rail is the Velcro straps for tying the hands and legs. A stethoscope to check for heart beats. To cover the face, there is a white linen hood that is slightly smaller than a pillowcase.

It had a noose that looked something like a serpent. The noose was cover in smooth brown leather that went through a metal ring that looked a lot like a dog's choke chain. This lets the rope slide more freely. This type of noose causes a much quicker death.

The gallows had the following characteristics: 13 steps leading to the top of the scaffold, a floor height of nine feet to allow for a minimum clearance of about one foot on the drop. The overhead crossbeam has a height of nine feet. This gives a clearance of three feet above the person. On the floor, directly below the noose is a three-foot square trap door. Then I calculated Isabel's weight and height and adjusted the rope for a drop of 8 feet.

To test the trapdoor, I used a sandbag filled up to Isabel's weight. Then I dropped the sandbag through about a dozen times. The rope is pre-stretched, so it is not necessary to let the sandbag to hang there.

I then coiled up the rope and tied with a piece of thread so that the noose would dangle at her chest level.

All things looked as if it was ready.

Then the day before the execution, the Ms. Peters wanted to see me. When I got to her office, she had me to have a seat. She said, "Mrs. Gonzalez has made a last request. She has requested that you spend the evening with her."

I said, "Of course I'm very much flattered and can only see this as an honorable and respectful request such as a prisoner's last meal."

Then that evening, I went to the house, her friend Claire escorted me into the living room. The lights being turned down low and a candle burned on the table. She handed me a mixed drink. A few minutes later Isabel then came into the room where I sat with my mixed drink. Isabel smiled at me, "I'm glad you were able to come."

Her dark brown skin seemed to glisten in the soft light. Her brown eyes shined in the soft light. She had used just a little perfume behind her ears, throat and at her wrists.

She wore a set of white satin pajamas with white slippers. Her pajamas had a long sleeved wrap top with a sash and pull-on pants with an elastic waist. Her bare feet were clad in white mule slippers with a high vamp and wedge heels.

The dark skinned woman continued: She told me of her need to unwind before she faced this ordeal. Then I took her soft hand in mine and we stared deeply into each other's eyes.

We simply stared at each other, both of us wanting to go further. But neither of us knowing how to bring up the subject. I did not know how far she was willing to go.

Isabel and I sat and talked for a little while.

Then I gazed at Isabel and looked into her eyes. Leaning my head forward I moved my mouth toward hers. Her dark eyes looked at me, then her face came to mine.

Smiling, Isabel hugged me and I hugged her back, tightly. She then opened her soft moist lips slightly. It prompted me without words to go further. I in turn parted my lips slightly and she accepted the tip of my tongue. Her body pressed tightly to mine and I could feel the warmth from her breasts as they pushed into my chest. This being the most intimate she had ever been with any man for some time.

She had opened her lips and was sucking gently on my tongue. Feelings were building up in me, combined with the heat of her body and the scent of her. Then something inside me snapped. I opened my mouth fully, sucking on her tongue. She rolled over on top of me so that I could feel every part of her touching my body.

Isabel then led me into her bed room. As she stood there, she began to disrobe, removing first her top and then her bra, which exposed her firm breasts. Then she dropped her satin pants, then her panties until naked before me. I noticed her legs were long, strong, and muscular.

I then took off my shirt and tossed it aside. Then I pick her up and carried her in my arms and laid her on the bed. I then gently took the slippers off her and set them down on the floor.

Isabel reached for me, wanting me to hold in her in my arms. Isabel felt so secure to have a man holding her in his arms. Then she relaxed, laying down to kiss me again. We were both content to lay that way for a few minutes.

As I lay looking at her. I noticed how charming that she looked. The sight of her beauty made my pulse quicken. The hollow of her throat and her collarbones seem to stand out against her dark skin. Her neck being long and graceful. I felt it a sense of shame that I would have to destroy such beauty.

She murmured softly. I delighted in the sound of her soft moans and the soft look of pleasure that graced her face. Then I lowered my face to her chest. Then I licked one of her nipples while caressing the other. Gently, I took it into my mouth and sucked, making her cry out and tremble. My hand rubbed her stomach and tickled her thighs.

She bit her lip as I slipped my hand between her legs. I touched her with soft caresses. It was very stirring for her. I leaned back up to kiss her lips and loved her eagerness and her warmth.

"Mr. Berry." She murmured through the kiss. I whispered her name in return. Then I caressed her more firmly now. Then I slipped my hard penis inside her. She moaned loudly, tilting her head back. I kiss her deeply. She trembled and kissed me back, wrapping her arms around me and gasped in what seemed like a mix of pleasure and pain. At first, I just moved the first few inches in and out, letting her adjust to my size and as a way of further teasing her. Isabel had never felt so good in her life.

The night was great and we fell asleep in each other's arms. When I awoke, I felt her warm body snuggled against my back as her arm draped across me.

She started waking and said "Good Morning" as she laid her best kiss on me and probed my mouth with her tongue. I kissed her back, probing her mouth with my tongue. I figured I could do it again with this woman. She put her arms around me while our tongues wrapped around each other. After being kissed like this, I had become worked up with need.

Then at 7:00 a.m., there was a knock at the door. Claire said, "Isabel, it's time for your shower."

Isabel said, "I'll be right there." Then she got up and slipped on a white terry robe and matching slippers. She gave me another kiss and said, "Join me for breakfast." Then she went with the matron and had her shower. I became dressed and went into the dining room and Claire gave me a cup of coffee.

At 7:30 when Isabel finished with her shower, she came and sat with me the dining-room. Isabel was still wearing her white terry robe and slippers and her hair was still wet.

The matron brought us in a breakfast of coffee, toast and eggs. We sat and talked while I ate. Isabel did not feel like eating and just wanted a cup of coffee.

It amazed me at how much grace and ease she showed in the face of death. She wasn't crying or begging for her life. I looked at her and said, "Isabel, I feel terrible about what I have to do to you today." Then she reaches over and her soft hand with long fingers held mine.

Isabel then said to me, "Mr. Berry, I know how you feel. I am the one who is guilty and I must pay for my crimes. It is right that I have to die today. After the wonderful time I had last night. I am not so afraid to die."

Then I said to her, "Isabel, the only thing I can promise to do for you. It’s that I'll make it as painless as possible for you." Isabel smiled and said, "Then Mr. Berry, I promise to be brave."

At 9:00, I gave her a kiss as I took leave of her. I went to my hotel and took a shower myself. Then I put on a dark suit with a white shirt, tie and black shoes.

At 9:15 a.m., the door bell rung, Helen came in wearing her uniform. Her uniform consisted of a navy blue double-breasted blazer with brass buttons. The blouse is a white short-sleeved T-Top. The knee-length skirt is gray pleated. Her knee-high boots are black leather with about a 1 1/2 in. heel.

Helen smiled and said, "How is Isabel doing this morning." Isabel said, "I'm doing fine Helen." When Helen picked up her kit, Isabel got up and went with Helen to her bedroom. Helen had her to sit in front of her vanity.

As she sat there, Isabel touched up her eyes and put on a little red lipstick. Then she brushed out her long silken black hair. Isabel then put on a new bra, panties and panty hose.

She then opened her closet and took out a red knee-length dress with white polka dots. Her dress had a V-neckline in front and back, a soft flowing skirt with a soft red satin sash and short sleeves.

Isabel then pulled out a pair of new white sling-pumps. These lovely shoes have a buckled sling strap, 1 1/2 inch wedge heels. The vamp had open toes topped with a wide bow. She slipped them onto her bare feet.

She walked around in them a little and stood in front of the mirror and looked at them and the dress. The dress and the white leather pumps looked well on her. Her thoughts were, "Is this how I will look when I'm dead? I'm not dead yet. I'm still a living person. I just hope I'll be brave enough when he has to do it."

Helen said, "Those are cute shoes." Isabel smiled and said, "Thank you"

At 11:00, Isabel then came back to the living room with Helen where Claire and Linda were waiting.

Linda could see a slight look of fear in them. Isabel took a deep breath, smiled and said, "I guess I'm ready to go now. Is it all right if I walk there?" Helen said, "Sure, that should be O.K."

Isabel then slipped on a white fringe shawl to protect her from the cold. Then she walked out of the house with wearing her new dress and black pumps. Walking there helped relieve a lot of stress. It was a beautiful day. They all walked on the sidewalk along the tree lined street to the school.

Isabel found the fresh air was sweet. She loved it, especially knowing that it would be for the last time.

It was 11:25 when Isabel arrived at the school. Isabel s family and friends were there to meet her. They had Isabel to go with them to the cafeteria where they set up a lunch.

Isabel was not hungry and she just wanted a soft drink instead. She was meeting her family for the last time as she talked and laughed with them.

She just sat there and relaxed with her love ones. One person asked her, "How are you feeling, are you scared?" Isabel said, "I'm not going to pretend that I'm not. (She smiled) I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach."

Then I put on my suit with the white bow-tie and tails and black patent shoes. Helen and Linda wore white blouses, long black skirts and black patent pumps.

It was about 3:00 p.m. when Helen, Linda and myself went to the lounge to see Isabel. Helen asked her, "Isabel, could you come with us. We may just as well get a few things out of the way."

Then Helen and Linda led Isabel to a lounge room. When she went inside the room. The room had table and chair with pen and paper on it to write any letters. It had a door leading to a washroom.

Helen and Linda left her alone. She sat at the table and wrote to her children. Then Helen and Linda led her guests to the gym and had them sit in chairs.

Then when Isabel finished she had Helen and Linda to come in. She went to the toilet for the last time. Linda had her to remove her under-pants.

Then Linda gave Isabel a pair of diaper-like panties. She then sat in front of the mirror and high-lighted her brows. As she sat there, Helen gathered her long straight black hair into a ballerina's bun and held it in place with pins. Isabel then asked Helen, "Is this for the noose?" Helen said, "Yes Love, it is."

When they finished, a Priest and a Nun came in. He heard Isabel's confession and gave her communion for the last time.

They both stayed with her until Helen, Linda and I came for her at 4:00 p.m. Isabel was sitting on the couch beside the Nun waiting for me.

I asked, "Isabel would you step out to the hall for me, please?" Her eyes looked at me with a slight fear in them. Then she walked out into the hall. The Priest and the Nun followed her.

Then I said, "Isabel, if you are ready, I'm going to have to tie you." She forced a smile and nervously said, "I'm ready Mr. Berry." Isabel then crossed her hands behind her back as I tied her wrists with a Velcro strap.

I then said to her, "Be brave" as I led her down the hall to the gym. She seemed to show no fear as she walked firmly beside me. She moved with a quiet grace, a certain dignity, a delicate serenity to the room where the gallows awaited.

When we arrived at the door of the gym. Helen opened it and we all stepped inside.

When we all stepped inside, there the middle of the room, stood the gallows. Isabel looked fearful when she saw the noose. Then she gave a faint smile to her family and friends.

I then said to her, "I'm going to have to read the sentence to you." She then closed her eyes and nodded her head "Yes." Then I took out of my pocket a formal paper and read it to her. Everyone could hear the sentence being read to her.

I said, "Isabel Gonzalez, it is the decision of the State that your request to be put to death has been granted. To fulfill this sentence, the State has ordered me to put you to death."

"You are to now hang by the neck until dead. Do you have any last words to say before we have to do this?" Isabel then looked at her love ones and friends, watching from the bleachers, and said, "Be strong and I love all of you very much."

Linda and I first went to the top of the scaffold. When I nodded, Isabel and Helen started to walk across the polished wood floor of the gym. She stopped briefly at the foot of the steps. Isabel then looked at me and said, "You know a girl can lose her breath climbing these steps." Then I said, "Isabel, your doing fine." She then looked at me as she climbed the steps with Helen close behind her to catch her if she lost her balance.

Then she started to climb the 13 steps until she reached the top of the scaffold and stood there. I then said to her, "Isabel, will you forgive for what I must do?" She looked at me and smiled, "Yes, I forgive you."

Then I motioned her to step on the trap door. She then daintily stepped on the trapdoor and stood there. The rope being coiled up and tied with a piece of thread so that the noose dangled at her chest level.

Linda then quickly fastened a Velcro strap just below her knees and another just above the ankles. I noticed that her white shoes contrasted against her dark skin.

She stood firm as I then slipped a white hood over her head. I then slipped the noose around her lovely neck. I then placed the metal ring under and just slightly under the left corner of her chin. Then I locked it with a rubber washer that slid down the rope.

Then I pulled the lever, it opened the trap door on which Isabel stood. She dropped 8 feet. The sound of Isabel's weight hitting the end of the rope was clear. The rope had snapped her neck. There were moans and screams from the people there as she dropped through the trap-door.

Her body went limp from the time it fell through the trap door. I looked down and there was no movement. Just a twitching of muscles now and then. Her body wheeled half round and then back. There was no struggling at the end of the rope. She could not have been conscious then.

Then after 10 minutes passed, Helen picked up the stethoscope and went under the scaffold. She stood up on a stool and touched it to Isabel's chest to check her heart beats. Helen could not detect any heart beat at all. Isabel was now dead.

After Helen and Linda cleared the room of witnesses. We let her hang there until one hour had expired.

Then Linda tied a rope around her chest and pulled her up about a foot or so. When she did this. Isabel's head fell toward and almost touched her right shoulder. Her head just sort of hung loosely to that side. It was as if nothing was holding her head up any more.

Then Helen removed the noose from her neck and the black hood from her face. She looked like she was asleep. Helen then loosened the bun in her hair and let it hang down. Then untied the Velcro straps on her legs and hands and removed her white shoes from off her feet and set them down on a stool.

Linda then came down under the scaffold and held up the skirt part of her dress as Helen cleaned her. She took off her diaper. It was like those worn by people who suffer with wetting. There was only a little bit of urine and bowel waste. She then washed her buttocks, vagina, legs and feet.

After Helen took a towel and dried her. She then picked up her shoes and slipped back on her bare feet.

When they finished, I then stepped on a stool to where my head was even with hers. I could see a simple fracture of a snapped spine in the area of the neck. It was just under the skin on the left side of the neck. I felt relieved that she did not suffer.

I could see no congestion in her face. This tells us that she did not strangle. But, a quick death due to a broken neck. There were impressions around the neck from the noose with a suspension point about 1 inch in front of the angle of the left lower jaw.

Linda and Helen raised her while I removed the rope from her chest. Then we gently placed her on an open casket. It had a white satin sheet and we rested her head on a satin pillow. Her neck looked stretched out by an inch and a half.

Then Helen put a white chiffon scarf over her neck. This is to hide the bruises on her neck.

Linda then crossed her hands over each other and set flowers on them. Helen then and I placed a clear dome over the coffin. Wearing her red dress with white polka dots and her white leather sling-pumps. She looked like a sleeping beauty.

Then Linda wheeled it out to her family.

Copyright by Mr. Berry (2002).

TO BE CONTINUED...

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