She struggled every which way, testing each bond. At first she was scientific and methodical–each wrist, each ankle, push, pull, twist. Anger and fr...stration started to build. The slightly rough wood promised pain and skin damage if she forced the issue. She took some deep breaths and forced herself to calm down, trying to relax as much as possible so as not to go into a frenzied strugglefest. From her right, she heard footsteps. A feeling of panic shot through her and she almost launched into. The most obvious answer was a balloon, hot air for simplicities sake. One day he was doodling around with the idea on a large chalk board he had installed in his office. Charles came in to talk about something else, but promptly forgot all about it when Doug explained what he was doing.When Doug explained that he was considering a hot-air balloon, Charles suggested that his heat pump could provide the hot air and the pump could be driven by a small diesel engine of one or two cylinders. They. Her throat hurt, and she couldn’t taste the food over the salt of tears. She will miss them all. She’ll miss this place so much. When they were mostly done eating, Joe’s father clinked his spoon to his water glass. ‘Ahem, quiet down, people, I want to say a few words.’ Everyone hushed and looked at him expectantly. Leanne’s heart hammered in her chest. She didn’t do well at situations like these. Her cheeks flushed. Joe squeezed her knee under the table in reassurance. ‘Leanne, I want to. ’ ‘They don’t. Tell me everything you know about him. But start with the Harley,’ Jack demanded. ‘The Harley was a 1993 custom built Fatboy.’ Hawkins pulled a small notebook from his jacket pocket. Many high performance parts and accessories. S & S rods and pistons, Edelbrock hand ported heads, Sifton 141 cam, PM 4-piston rear caliper, Lepera bare bones solo seat with gel pak, Merch performance case, Truett & Osborn flywheels, S & S Super-E with thunderjet, Dyna 2000 ignition and single fire.