She had only had her heart broken once, when a beautiful boy she killed had mouthed “I love you” to her as he died.Anyway. This girl. Her named wa...s Labelle, and she was in an intermediate class on edged weapons that Jenthe taught. She felt an immediate connection with the girl and a growing love for her. Master Whon understood and promised Jenthe to hold the girl back from killing fights until further notice. Jenthe loved her enough by then that she knew she couldn’t stand it if she were. He was about twenty, about six foot two, wearing heavily worn jeans, work boots and no shirt which showed off his well-muscled upper body. His face had strong masculine features with black hair and he glistened with sweat. I also tried to not stare at the sizable bulge at his crotch. Still befuddled I said “Sorry, I didn’t know you were there. I’m Shari.” Smiling and like a gentleman he said “Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Kent. Now about your question. Did you really mean it? Do you really want. ‘What are you doing with that?’ ‘It’s just a handgun I like to keep around for protection,’ she replied cooly. ‘I want you to take it with you. Please.’ I stood up and took the gun from her. It was loaded. *** Mimi and I left the beach house. She drove on ahead of me while I was following behind. I couldn’t help the constant glancing in my rearview mirror to see if anyone was following us. The black car from earlier was still in my head. Lying on the seat next to me in the car was the loaded. It was nearly an hour before a guy walked into the shop. I was looking into the case at the other end of the store like a customer as he walked up to speak with her. She gave him a huge smile, asked how she could help him, and listened as he explained that he wanted a .22 pistol for his wife. She opened the case in front of her, took out a pistol which she laid on the counter as she began to explain the pros and cons of that particular firearm. I noticed that she'd left the case open and had he.