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revolver that he probably got for his last birthday. He presses the muzzle beneath my chin. "And it's up to
Colleen."

"You call your gun Colleen?"

He nods seriously. "She's a lady. Never lets me down."

My smile grows. "Paul, you are such a simpleton. You can't rape me. Put it out of your mind if you want
to be alive come Christmas Day. It's just not going to happen."

My boldness surprises him, angers him. But he quickly grins because his friends are watching and he has
to be cool and in control. He presses the gun deeper into my neck, trying to force my head back. But, of
course, I don't move an inch, and this confuses him as much as my casual tone.

"You tell me why I can't just have you right now?" he asks. "You tell me, Alisa. Huh? Before I blow your
goddamn head off."

"Because I'm armed as well, Paul."

He blinks-my gaze is beginning to fry his brain. "What you got?"

"A knife. A very sharp knife. Do you want to see it?"

He takes a step back, letting go of me, and levels the gun at my belly. "Show it to me," he orders.

I raise my right leg in front of him. My balance is as solid as that of a marble statue. "It's under my pant
leg. Take it out and maybe we can have a little duel."

Acting like a stud, throwing his pals a lecherous glance, Paul cautiously reaches up inside my pant leg.
Throughout the act, he doesn't realize how close he is to having his head removed by my right foot. But I
have compassion, and I don't like to drink from a gusher-it might stain my clothes. Paul's eyes widen as
he feels the knife and quickly pulls it free from the leather strap. He handles it lovingly, showing his
friends. I wait, acting impatient.

"I want it back," I say finally. "We cannot duel if you hold both weapons."

Paul can't believe me. He is tired of my insolent manner. I begin to tire of him as well. "You's a
smart-mouthed bitch. Why should I give you this knife? You might stick it in me while I'm lovin' you."

I nod. "Oh, I'm going to stick it in you, be sure of that. I don't mind that you and your buddies prowl
these streets like hungry panthers. This is a jungle and only the strong survive. I understand that, better
than you can imagine. But even the jungle has rules. Don't take what you don't need, and if you do, be a
sportsman about it. But you're not a sportsman, Paul. You have taken my knife and I want it back. Give
it to me right now or you will suffer unpleasantly." I stick out my hand and add in a voice as dark as my
long life, "Very unpleasantly."

His anger shows; his cheeks darken with blood. He is not a true animal of the jungle, or he would
recognize a poisonous snake when he saw it. He is a coward. Rather than hand over my knife, he tries to
slash my open palm with it. Of course he misses because my hand is no longer where it was an instant
before. I have withdrawn it to my side, at the same time launching my left foot at his gun. I hit only the