She was radiant. Shining more brilliant and golden then the sun it self. I needed her at night like the stars needed the moon. I had to have her. I was out side the church, having a smoke when she needed some fire. Fire, I could feel the fire. Gorgeous and warm. So, me being me at that time, and me reading her for who she really was. Thrust my pack of smokes onto the ground clearly throwing them on purpose. I told her to pick them up, she winked back at me, bent over and came back up just as I smacked her ass. I always did dumb shit like that, here and there it was all in good fun.
I Am The Bad Guy With The Gun
My second and last gun was my sawed off shotgun. It held five shots, loaded from the front. It was an older gun, but very useful, and in working order. I never had to use it for any reason, the main reason I really had the guns were to protect myself yes, but really it was in case I ever needed to off myself. Just having an option, an out, and knowing you have a way was a comfort to me, and to many people I’m sure.