The slender and sexy lady in front of me is pointing the gun at my face. I'm not sure of the make and model but's one of those standard issue revolvers that can fit in a purse. Her hands are trembling and it seems like she'll squeeze the trigger. I see a drop of sweat trickle from her forehead. The girl's face is contorted in a frown that seems to be part agony and part hesitation. She wouldn't pull the trigger. She can't do it, not after everything...