After dinner, back at his apartment,
her hand caressed it's hardness.
It was smooth, cool to touch, it felt shiny.
She would show him what she could do.
Manipulating it into the right position, her hand closed round it.
Her grip was firm as she gently pulled
the gun from her bag and shot him.
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