Why I have GunsPosted: August 18, 2012 | |
One of the readers told a story on my last post about her SOF hubby who defended his canton. Her story reminded me of 2 similar situations, both involving Beth.
One night Beth and I were heading into the city for some fun. Now, back when I was stationed in NO, I carried a gun. I had a license to carry. Beth HATED that I had a gun on me. But it was one of those “take it or leave it” issues. So….we’re in the quarter, and we hit a red light on the corner of Royal and Canal. Now, Canal Street at night can be VEEEEEERY sketchy. So as we sat waiting I was scanning everything. Well a fight broke out on the left side of my car and eventually ended up on the hood of my car.
I grabbed the gun and told Beth to NOT unlock the door until I told her to. She PLEADED with me to not step outside. “Baby, I HAVE to deal with this.” I stepped out the car and heard the door lock. I told the guys to please get off my car and before I could finish talking I heard behind me, “If I were you whiteboy….”. That’s all I needed to hear. I pulled the gun and fired it in the air twice. The crowd dispersed. I tapped on the window with the gun and Beth unlocked the door. As we sped away I weaved throughout mid city. Beth was very upset and flustered. “Baby, where are going?” I told her we couldn’t go straight home since we might be being followed. Then it hit me- GO TO THE BASE.
I informed her we would be sleeping in her room that night and she happily agreed. Once we arrive at her Barracks I started to unwind. My hands were shaking and Beth immediately started with the girly stuff. I was fine; I was just really concerned for her. And for the record, we had EPIC sex that night.
About a month later, Beth and I were fast asleep at my place. It had to be about 2-3am. When I sleep, I’m OUT. Lol. Well, Beth wakes me up and is noticeably alarmed. “DANNY, DANNY, someone’s at the door.” At first I dismissed it, and then I heard a key going into the lock. I placed Beth behind the bed, grabbed the gun and laid on top the bed facing the door. As the door opened, I waited until the man had completely walked 2 steps into my apartment then chambered a round.
“NO NO NO NO!!!!! DON’T SHOOT!!!! DON’T SHOOT!!!!!!”
I told the man to shut up, turn around, and kneel. He complied. I walked over to him, told him to take his wallet and throw it behind him. This is when I heard a woman berate him for coming inside. The guy was a maintenance man. The apartment 2 floors down burst a pipe and I didn’t have water. Said he knocked twice, but neither Beth nor I heard it, so he decided to come tell me in person.
What a moron.
The next day I reported the incident to the building management and the guy was inevitably fired. Beth and I discussed what happened and she told me she wouldn’t feel safe in NO if it weren’t for me. Well, Beth was from LA. Seriously; EAST LA of all places. But she moved and was living in trendy west LA. After the man left she and I lay in bed talking and she was VERY submissive, which was uncharacteristic for her. She was feminine for sure, but she’s very…..well, Mexicana. Lol. But she did usually defer to my decisions. She told me she never really had a guy protect her before and she could definitely get used to this “southern man” quality. She thanked me a few minutes later in a manner I won’t get into here. Lol