He pulled the gun out of her hand and took the clip out. “Just what the hell are you doing waving a gun around like that? You want to get killed? I could kill you, you know. Self defense.â€?

“Up yours, Cowboy Bob!â€?

He began to laugh so hard his can of Copenhagen tobacco fell out of his pocket. “You are one psych-crazy bitch, aren’t you?”

As he turned around, Susan kneed him in the chin and he dropped to the floor. “Nobody hurts my Katie-bear! You bastard!â€?

She tried to kick him in the face, but he grabbed her leg and pulled her to the ground. They wrestled for several minutes until she was straddling his lap. He had her wrists in his grasp until he turned his head and met her eyes. He touched her cheek with the back of his hand and said, “Now come on, honey, you don’t want to go to jail now, do you? How about we have a little fun and forget the whole damn thing?â€?

“I’m getting the hell out of here, you perverted bastard!â€? She rolled off his lap and reached for the gun.

“Not so fast,” he said, grabbing her.