And I screamed into his face, "WHO HAS THE FUCKING GUN HERE?!!" spitting vodka and warm saliva across his brow. I leveled the sights with his nose.
"Me! I have the fucking gun!" I watched his lip quiver a little. Even with a gun shoved under his nose he still managed to sneak a quick peak at my cleavage. I considered emptying the entire clip into his left eye socket. Fucker.
"Please baby. I didn't mean it!" he pleaded into the gun barrel. He gave me his most sincere face, that was until his eyes started to drift towards my breasts again. My finger twitched against the trigger.
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