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of enthusiasm.
The enthusiasm in the audience was contagious. They hugged and high-fived one another.
“In any case, you have to do whatever’s necessary to survive. It’s my understanding that all of you women of S.A.V.E. have been victimized to some degree by a male assailant. I’d like to move on to a greater caliber of self-defense.”
Viola produced a series of three popular handguns. A nine millimeter, a .45 automatic, and a .38 special handguns were placed on a table set up by Sandy and Carol before the meeting. Clips and ammunition sat at the edge of the table. Sets of curious eyes moved in sensible hysteria.
“The first gun I’d like to present is the Smith and Wesson Nine Millimeter,” Viola showcased before the attentive women. “This powerful handgun has devised a revolver that holds eight cartridges.”
Viola swung open the cylinder and showed the spaces where the cartridges went.
“Now that’s a beautiful piece of protection,” Shannon commented, enticement in her eyes.
“This eight shot revolver doesn’t have the sleek streamlined look of the traditional Smith and Wesson,” Viola continued. “This weapon can soon give way for those extra two shots that might save your life in a shootout or during an attack.”
“A gun that big can probably stop a raging bull,” Sandy assumed, in awe over the weapon.
An unexpected burst of laughter bounced around the front room.
The meeting was now in full throttle.
Viola held the weapon high in the air. She pointed to the inside of the barrel. “As with the majority of revolvers, there are different barrel lengths to suit the owner’s needs. A longer six, seven, or eight inch barrel revolver fits nicely into a holster attached on a belt. The revolver’s 1 ½ inch barrel fits into your jacket or a ladies handbag.”
Loretta thrusted her arm in the air. “Question, Viola.”
“Go right ahead.”
“When I ask this question, I speak for all the women present. Doesn’t some practice at the firing range help when learning how to use these guns?”
“Absolutely,” Viola motioned with the gun. “Accuracy, as far as being able to hit your target, is crucial. Missing your target can be a matter of life and death. When firing this .357 Magnum with a 1 ½ inch barrel, a strong and firm grip on the revolver’s butt must be maintained.”
Viola sat the magnum on the table. She lifted the next handgun for her audience to catch a glimpse. “Next ladies, we have the Smith and Wesson .38 revolver. This firearm has a cylinder containing multiple chambers and at a short barrel for short firing.”
Viola moved closer to the audience of women. She gave them the closest view possible. The ladies were stunned as they looked upon the shiny piece of metal with killing potential.
“As the user yourself, cocks the hammer, the cylinder revolves to align the next chamber and round with the hammer.”
Sheena leaned forward for better viewing purposes. “Viola, does it really take an expert to get some shots off on some psychopath who tries to attack you?”
“Not in any sense of the word. Some skill and common sense will do just fine. Adrenalin and willpower does amazing things when you’re put in those situations.”
Wiggling bodies indicated it was time to do some stretching.
Not that they were bored with Viola’s speech on self-defense, but sitting down for too long put some body parts to sleep. Coating their bellies with snacks set out by Sandy and Carol did the ladies much justice. Beverages soothed their dry mouths and washed down the food. Viola shifted into the final phase of her speech on self-defense mechanisms.
Last, she reached into a black Addidas athletic bag and produced a mase pepper gun and a stun gun. The next item up for self-defense demonstration was the mase pepper gun. The women weren’t for sure about the small plastic gun clutched in her hand.
“Ladies,” Viola displayed. “We’re normally used to mase being stored in cans with leather carrying pouches. But, what I’m holding in my hand is a blue mace pepper gun.”
“Does look a lot different from your usual carry-around mase,” Cynthia mentioned, dissecting the anatomy of the mase gun.
The women had so many options in protecting themselves until they sizzled with joy.
“I must agree,” Viola corresponded. “This gun that I’m holding sprays up to twenty-five feet.”
“Twenty five feet!” Loretta gurgled. “So, you can take that mase gun and spray their eyeballs out, even when they’re twenty-five feet away?”
“No question about it,” Viola consented.
“Wow! So, if a bastard starts rushing towards you from twenty-five feet away, you can drop him before he can get within close range.”
“Every new OC cartridge contains up to seven to twenty-five blasts.”
“Not bad at all.”
Viola tilted the plastic gun sideways to show off a terrific feature. “There’s a trigger activated LED light on the side.”
“And what’s the light used for?” Carol asked, trying to gain familiarity with the protective weapon.
“The LED light allows for a much better aim.”
“Awesome, Viola.”
“You’re able to spot your attacker even in the darkest of situations.”
“Look out dark alleys and creepy places like Brush Creek. Viola, tell all of us women what the mase can do to our would-be attackers.”
“For starters, it temporarily disorients the intruder. They temporarily lose their sight and an excruciating burning feeling makes them plead for the mercy of death. Mase really works and every woman should carry some in their purses and handbags.”
“Could you tell us where we can purchase the mase gun, and what’s included in the package when you do make your purchase?” Sandy suggested, eager to be the first one to buy her’s.
Viola sent out a pleasurable gesture. “Ladies, you can go to any outlet that sells martial arts supplies and self-defense items. Included in the package is a twenty-eight gram OC dispenser, a water test cartridge, and batteries for the LED light.”
Viola set the mace pepper gun aside. The stun gun was the last self-defense object presented. “Okay ladies, the last thing I’d like to present to you is the stun gun. Stun guns fall into the category of non-lethal weaponry. They can incapacitate a person without causing permanent damage.”
“Without causing permanent damage?” Sheena objected, her eyes fixed on the stun gun. “I thought the purpose of using them was to permanently damage the sonofabitch who tries to rape or kill you. I’m sorry, but if I ever had to use one of them, I’d try to cripple the bastard who wanted to hurt me.”
“Wise of you to think like that. But the proper protective protocol is to subdue or disorient your attacker and run away as fast as you can.”
“I can go along with that.”
Viola honored all questions and concerns. Her audience remained focused. “Stun guns pass a charge into the body that combines with the electrical signals from the person’s brain. Neuromuscular incapacitation occurs from the stun gun.”
“How much does it slow your attacker down?” asked Shannon, her adrenalin doing somersaults.
“The stun gun causes a rapid work cycle which instantly depletes the attacker’s blood sugar by converting it to lactic acid. When a stun gun touches both probes against the attacker’s body for a half-second, it will startle the attacker.”
“Are there any other after affects?” Laurie questioned, vengeful tactics racing through her mind.
“They experience severe pain, muscular contractions, muscle spasms, and a dazed mental state. In closing, ladies, the streetwise ‘small fry’ mini stun gun is the smallest model and has the highest knock down power of one million volts. The best part is that it weighs only seven ounces and is only three inches long. I thank you for giving me the opportunity to share my expertise with you in protecting yourself from intruders.”
Sandy pulled Viola closer to the front. She lifted her arm high in the air. “Ladies, please give Viola a huge round of applause for taking time out of her busy schedule to instruct us on how to protect ourselves.”
The room of over thirty women erupted into mad applauses. A standing ovation was what Viola received from a cluster of appreciative women.
Carol lifted the other arm of Viola. “Ladies of S.A.V.E., it’s people like Viola who sustains us, someone who keeps us alert and helps to keep us preserved. It’s no joke in relation to what’s going on out there nowadays. Innocent women and children are being violated through rape and murder and molestation. We’ve had enough, ladies, and we’re going to put an end to it.”
The audience pounded their palms together for more monstrous applauses.
Sandy expressed her concern in more civilized ways. “Ladies, we’re not men haters from hell. But whoever murdered the two women and dumped their mutilated bodies into Brush Creek, it’s just a matter of time before they’re caught. We, the women of S.A.V.E., are going to prove to this savage that we’re human beings like everybody else.”
Carol came in right behind Sandy. “No, we’re definitely not men haters from hell. But like Loretta said, the African-American women being dumped into Gillham Park will be caught soon enough. And they should be punished equally for the abduction, the murder, and the dumping of the bodies in the park. Enough is enough, ladies of S.A.V.E!”
The women in attendance were all lesbians. They had lesbian lovers to go home to or visit with somewhere outside the home. The mentioning of men’s names, or the actual sight of men, disgusted them to the point of wanting to puke. Men living on the Earth knew they couldn’t push all women around. Why couldn’t men recognize that? Truth be revealed, all of them weren’t bad, though most women were convinced that 99.9999999999 percent of them were. Only 0.0000000000001 percent were worth the time of day.
The meeting with the women of S.A.V.E. was adjourned. Sandy and Carol escorted them out the front door. The tension, yet big excitement from the meeting, had Sandy somewhat fatigued. Carol had her ways taking care of her beloved lesbian lover. A pair of strong and gentle hands