This story is unavailable.

You forgot “Sorry, but when you ripped my blouse open and said “Give it up, bitch,” I assumed you were intent on doing me grievous bodily harm, and put three rounds in the center of your body mass with this pistol. But at least I made sure I wouldn’t be responsible for your raping me.”

Like what you read? Give Jean Lafitte a round of applause.

From a quick cheer to a standing ovation, clap to show how much you enjoyed this story.