When he had her pinned, he clicked her wrist into a pair of handcuffs and then locked the other side into one of the thick, ornate designs in the head...oard. Ashleigh was no longer fighting at this point, she just wanted to breathe. Her head was throbbing, her lungs were on fire and her entire body was screaming for oxygen, when, mercifully, he removed his weight off of her windpipe. Every ragged breath she took in felt like it was laced with crushed glass. Sobbing and gasping for air, her other. She looked up at Dan and saw that there were tears in his eyes. Chin quivering, she asked, “Why are you crying?”“It hurts to see you in such pain,” Dan said taking her hand. She needed a human touch more than drugs or treatments. She didn’t try to pull her hand away from him.“The drugs are keeping the pain away,” Pat said not looking at him. She knew that wasn’t what he meant.Shaking his head, Dan said, “That’s not the pain that I’m talking about.”“I know,” Pat said swallowing heavily.Her. Finally, he let out a grunt, tensing up his muscles, as he collapsed on her body. She cried out as well, something incomprehensible, and her body tensed up as well, her head back, her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed. Pansy knew that she had reached her orgasm with him. They stayed like that for what seemed like ages, and Pansy seemed frozen under the charm that their union had cast on her. They were perfect, they had come together and they were perfectly satisfied. Why it couldnt be like. “If you pack those ball bearings in one of the vans, you can kill or injure thousands of people at some special event.”“I know.”“Who in the hell has six hundred pounds of ball bearings?“A roller conveyor manufacturing company.”“That was a source that never crossed my mind.”“If someone wants to launch projectiles, all you have to do is order a dump truck full of pea gravel.”“Metal stands up better and can penetrate things that would shatter gravel.”“What are you thinking?”“I’m thinking they.