I acquired my 357 Smith & Wesson Magnum when I was nine years old during a very dark time from a violent rapist murderer and pedophile.
My two sisters, my two best friends and me, when we wasn't fighting over the only swing we always played a game called "Red Rover, Red Rover I Dare You To Come Over." A game where you hold hands and dare the other kids to break through, but the game turned into "Red Rover, Red Rover I'll Bring My 357 Over" that I played by myself.
A gross, sweaty, fat, old man kidnapped two of my little friends and me at gun point when we got off the school bus. He was driving a huge nicely decked out semi truck. Oddly enough the one and only good thing my dad taught me was how to drive a semi truck. He shredded my clothes then beat and raped me and the worse part of it all was grabbing my hair and forcing my mouth onto his penis. I clenched my mouth together and never opened my mouth and to this day I still remember that man's penis. When he was through with me I had to watch him tear my two little friend's clothes off then beat and rape them. When he was through he shot and killed both of them.
Sherrie and her sister Pollie taught me how to play poker on the ride to school every morning and they were the only friends I ever had. I didn't make friends very easily because I was always to myself and different than the other kids. I rarely went to school because my Charlatan Pentecost Oneness Evangelist abusive preacher dad traveled to different cities/towns to preach in different churches. What a joke that all was. I could write a book on the embarrassing moments a Pentecost preacher puts their kids through.
It was easy for this fat pig to kidnap us because we lived in a remote area in the country where the nearest neighbors were many miles apart. I knew at that moment there was no God or human coming to rescue my friends and me and no one knew where we were out in the woods. My heart was crushed that dad had lied all these years telling everyone that a mysterious God will always rescue and protect us. While this fat, sweaty pig was screwing one of my little friends after he shot them he made the fatal mistake of laying his gun down on the ground beside him. I knew this was my only chance to escape so I grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger and shot that nasty pig two times. He had already shot off two rounds so now there were two more bullets used up so that was four bullets leaving two in the chamber.
After I found my way out of the woods I climbed inside his truck to search it and found several huge ammo boxes full of 357 magnum, Smith & Wesson bullets. Didn't take me long to learn how to open the gun's chamber and load more bullets because I had another job to accomplish with it.
This ass wipe had five thousand dollars stashed under his mattress!
