Growing up, one of my biggest fears was that my mom would shoot me as I was sneaking into the house before sunrise.
That I would be there, firmly securing the lock; I know I'd hear the click, or maybe, well, not being sexist, but I've noticed that some women, mainly the local women around here, handle revolvers better.
I taught a few of my serious exes how to handle a revolver, and some other stuff. They were always best with revolvers.
Yes. I ventured into relationships where I willingly trained my then-love to handle firearms.
The strap-ons were not my idea. I don't know where the fuck that shit came from.
I should be complaining about it, shouldn't I?
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