She asked if we could stop at a convenience store on the way to school; she wanted to get some “personal feminine products” as she put it; she had...run out and had forgotten to get them sooner. We pulled in to the parking lot and I decided to go in with her to get a snack for later. We walked in, smack dab into a guy who spun around, pointing a gun at us.The world stopped. There was this guy holding a gun; he had just swivelled around to face us when we came through the door, and there was. He said how sorry he was but other then give me some medication, there wasn't much he could do.I asked the doctor if I could have sex? He replied, "Just don't overdo it. It could speed up your metabolic system." I thought to myself over do it! I've had more sex in the last month then I have in the last ten years. I was determined to go out with a bang.My only problem now is that I've had so much pussy that I was getting bored with the women being out or almost out. Since I only had a couple of. Didn't help with the RPG, though. Fired from fuck knows where — probably an opportunity shot from behind a boulder or some fuck, didn't even hit the truck. Just hit the ground underneath the fucker, took the rear fucking axle out. Fuck, fuck, fuck...So we dispersed ourselves — well, Landie #1 fucked off over the blue — or, actually, grey and dusty — horizon at a rate of knots and fucking left us to it. We, not having the option, moved off the ex-vehicle and arranged ourselves in a 'defensive. Do you say nothing in reply?"She waited some time and then declared:"I have nothing to say. The whole thing is a mystery. What would you have me reply? I do not understand!"Don Luis stood quivering with anguish in front of her. He stammered:"Is that all? Do you accept?"After a second, she said, in an undertone:"Explain yourself, I beg of you. What you mean, I suppose, is that, if I do not reply, I accept the accusation?" Yes." And then?" Arrest—prison..." Prison!"She seemed to be suffering.