It'd still be active." I enjoyed his thick Irish accent despite the current circumstances."Hard to get to." I pointed to the wires near the middle of ...the stack of explosives. "I'm afraid if we reach in to cut the wires, it'll tilt the timer. There might be a mercury switch inside the timer that would trigger the thing."He said with some certainty, "Most likely, there are capacitors inside the timer and not a mercury switch. This looks too solid state. If we cut the battery wires, the bomb will. She staggered back to the pony, wrapped her arms around his thick neckand hugged him. Then passion took over."Un, un, un!" Moaning deliriously, she rubbed and squeezed her titsagainst his golden coat. Her tits sc****d back and forth against theprickling hair. Needle-sharp hairs tortured her delicate skin.drunk with passionate lust, Priscilla slipped a bare foot into thestirrup and hefted herself up into the saddle. Naked and horny, she satquaking astride the pony's back."Oooo, Beauty!" she. The dress was the type I imagined a poor tenant farm girl might wear to church on Sunday mornings. I guessed her to be close to 30, far older than most of the hookers that frequented our posh casino, and about 4 or 5 years younger than me. She still hadn’t made me as Casino security, so I asked, ‘What did you say?’ ‘I asked if you would like to visit with me this afternoon, sir.’ She was looking at the floor or my shoes or anything other than me. There was definitely something wrong here. She. Mad respect to you bro,” he directed at me, still backing away from Lana. “Sorry for bothering you guys. I’m just gonna make sure he’s not dead and leave you alone.”Becky was still laughing at the guy on the ground who’d rolled over onto his side and puked on the sand. Her arm slipped from around me and I teetered for a moment before I put my other foot down gingerly to try and balance. I growled against the pain and chose instead to sit down hard, figuring that the sand was soft enough to make.