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Usage examples of sweatbox.

Native American sweatbox experience was undertaken naked, and this is the manner in which Peeping Tom requires the task to be performed.

If I gave you some wood and plastic and told you to construct a Native American sweatbox to seat eight, could you do it?

I was desperate to kill somebody in that house, I would have reckoned a crowded, darkened sweatbox, inside which everybody was drunk, to be about the best shot I was going to get.

Kelly Simpson would emerge from the sweatbox to take what would be the final brief walk of her life.

Then, as the murmuring and giggling that emanated from inside the sweatbox continued gently to waft into the microphones, the cloaked figure crossed the rest of the living room, went into the utility area and approached the toilet door.

The killer had clearly taken two sheets from the pile when he left the sweatbox, for now as he raised himself up from making the second blow he threw one over his victim.

Then the bloke buggered off sharpish back to the sweatbox, leaving Kelly covered in his spare sheet.

Which, considering she was sitting naked in a communal sweatbox, showed how drunk Kelly had become.

David replied, his voice being heard in the pitch-black sweatbox for the first time.

It turned the sweatbox into a kind of sauna, using wine and spirits to create the steam instead of water.

It was such a terrible, terrible, madly hilarious thought, to be stuck in a crowded sweatbox with Woggle.

Now Kelly was struggling to get out of the sweatbox, pushing herself through the laughing, groping bodies that surrounded her, trying to find the exit flaps.

Sally shrank back into the corner of the sweatbox in which she had been hiding since almost the moment she had entered it, pushing away any hands or limbs that intruded on her space.

A few minutes later Geraldine and her editing team watching the monitoring screens saw somebody appear at the front of the sweatbox, swathe themself in a sheet and follow Kelly to the toilet, pausing only to pick up a knife.

They stood around the redundant sweatbox blinking at each other, naked, reaching for sheets, blankets, towels, anything to cover their red-skinned, sweaty embarrassment, memories of the previous two wild hours turning their hot red faces still redder.