I took a taxi and gave him the address. I had looked up a gun dealer on the internet and got his number to call him, so while we were on the way, I sent him a message.
Sandy's w******p:
"I'm 10 minutes away from the place."
I was about to arrive when I asked the driver to stop because I needed to inspect the place first.
“Miss, you can't get off here, it's dangerous.” The driver told me.
“I'm here to get a gun; I need to defend myself,” I told him, and he turned to look at me; for him, it must be a joke, and for me, I couldn't be more serious.
“I'm sorry, I... I thought I heard you say something about a gun.”
“Yes, exactly. That's what I said.”
“But…”
“Unfortunately, women don't have any greater protection than sometimes doing this kind of thing; it's not that I'm thinking of usin
