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lower back. "Here," she said, slamming a piece of cold metal onto the table I stood in front of. "You can hold my purse gun." Then she pulled out the biggest damn gun I've ever seen right out of th

her ass. I could see the barrel of the gun - now. "How the hell..." I said. "I should have been able to see that." Waylynn snorted. "Would you like to go out to dinner with me?" asked the well-dressed man. Waylynn turned to study the man who had just asked that. At about this time, the man on the ground pulled out a knife and lunged at Waylynn. I reacted first and kicked the knife out of his hand almost at the same time Waylynn pulled her gun back. The nervous little girl pointed at the bank robber's face and said, "Don't touch that knife!" The man stopped trying to fight for it and froze. He also lost control of his bladder. I lost control of my ability to keep my dick from getting hard whenever Waylynn Jennings was around. An hour later, we finished answering the police officers' questions and I was finally able to deposit the money in the bank. "That was fun," Waylynn said as she walked beside me. "Now about why I was here today." I frowned at her. "Weren't you affected by what just happened?" I questioned. She shrugged. "My dad is a former Army Ranger. He was on the police force for about two years before deciding that bullfighting was what he wanted to do with his life. But, he taught me everything he knows. I've been learning how to bake pies and clean a house since I was old enough to hold a Nerf gun. Trust me when I say, this shit doesn't affect me like it would most girls." Every time she opened her mouth, she surprised me. "What are you doing here, anyway?" I asked. She rolled her eyes. "The rodeo is in town," she snorted. "Duh." I looked at her with a question in my eyes. "You're wondering why I'm with my dad and not working, aren't you?" she asked. "You got it right the first time," I confirmed. She sighed and kicked a stone on the sidewalk. "I needed." I didn't bother asking her why. Instead, when we got to my truck, I leaned against the cab, crossed my legs, and waited for her to start explaining. She sighed. Chapter 2 I want to eat 5 meals a day. What son of a bitch decided there should only be two? -Text from Waylynn to Darby Waylynn He was too beautiful for his own good. Why was he so hot? That was the question of the day, anyway. Darby Valen