Understand?"Shaking with rage, she nodded."Say it." I understand." Her words were spoken through gritted teeth.He watched her for a few moments, then ...aid, "I think you do. Good." He put the CD back in its case and tucked it back into place in the holding rack before looking to her again. "You look tense, Angie. Relax."She stood before him scowling, not moving, saying nothing.He nodded. "You know what I've found to be the best way to relax?"Still she made no reply but simply stared daggers at. Satisfied with the impression I had made on her, I move the knife down her body, using it to slowly cut the buttons off her light green summer uniform blouse. I like the way she flinched each time the knife's blade slipped between her and the blouse. It must have felt cold as ice against her skin as it touched her. When the blouse was hanging open, I slipped the knife under her bra between her two soft, solid breasts. I let her feel the sharp edge of the blade against her skin as I slipped it. P.C.I took a day out of my construction work to peruse the current town hall and found it to be a historical building of extremely sturdy construction. The outside consisted of locally quarried and cut stone that had become worn over the years - nearly 150 years, I determined - but not to the point of being a problem. Inside the main framework consisted of huge wooden beams that were just as solid as the day they were harvested. At the floor level and lower walls in certain parts of the. “You are a weapon to the unwary,” she chuckled.“Only if I can get close enough,” I grinned as the air-taxi slowed and dropped down onto a pad in what appeared to be a well maintained housing complex.Myrialis then led the way to a beautiful looking residence in well-tended grounds sticking strictly to the path as various devices mounted in the trees and some popping up out of the lawns and gardens kept an eye on us. The door opened before we reached it and an older man silently allowed us.