"I have a gun in my bag" said she to the boy who flirted with her.
He thought she was joking. "That's cute, baby". He continued his advances, a hand on her thigh.
She grimaced in disgust. Reached inside her bag.
Then he was out cold on the floor.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
"I have a gun in my bag" said she to the boy who flirted with her.
He thought she was joking. "That's cute, baby". He continued his advances, a hand on her thigh.
She grimaced in disgust. Reached inside her bag.
Then he was out cold on the floor.
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