“You sat on me.”
“Danny. I couldn’t, I mean, you were handcuffed, and the man was aiming at your head, and I just. . .” Steve stammered, trying to explain.
“Yes Steven. I was chained. To a chair. And rather than dragging the chair out of the way, or tipping it over, or here’s a thought-uncuffing me-you simply sat down. In my lap. You.Sat.On
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