” Amy turned the music up louder. She had heard this sermon from her mom since she had started high school four years ago and she was in no mood to ...ear it again, especially on a six-hour car ride to some all-girl boarding college in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, her mom grew silent and Amy was able to lose herself in her music. She began to remember all the good times she and Greg had shared: the movies they had gone to, the homecoming dance where he told her he loved her for the first. "You are in such big trouble Mr.!" she says rather softly. "I'll deal with that trouble when I'm done!" "Im going to have you put behind bars, you're going to jail for a long time!" " So be it, this ass of yours is worth jail time!" I raise up and she has her eyes closed. I pull down her skirt to reveal the fucking bitch has a thong on and nothing else. Damn! what a body, thick smooth skin, like freaking butter. I step back to take it all in as she stands there with her arms down. "Are. What about a little strip for us and a couple of our friends? There’s a back room with a table on it – we can lock the door, so it’d just be a little show for us. Go on, you’ve got an amazing figure’. I can’t believe it now, I really can’t believe it, but I agreed. I was out of control, high on vodka and all I wanted to do what to show my body off to men. One of them went away for a moment, then came back. He said ‘Okay, it’s just a few of us’ and he led me by the hand though some corridors to. The new concept was cutting out the two top tubes on men’s heavy duty mountain bikes and replacing them with heavy scored plumbing pipe to create smaller pieces of deadly shrapnel. The front end of the pipe Jaed used was cut and tapered to make it look like the original when lightly welded in place.That end of the pipe had a solid steel plug driven in and securely welded in place. This was done to contain the explosion until massive pressure was built up. The higher the pressure the more damage.