"Okay, now that you've reloaded it, put the magazine back in. You'll hear a click once it's in place," I instruct, circling around you like a hawk.

This intensity is warranted. For your sake more than anything. Especially after last weeks...mishap.

While I was at the warehouses, taking care of some business, you were left alone at my place. Apparently you had heard something coming from the garage and were certain it was one of my 'enemies' coming to get you.

Of course, when I recieved about a thousand texts and 15 calls from you in a panicked state, I rushed home as fast as I could to sort it out. My gun and I were sorely let down when I discovered the 'enemy' that had come for you. Also known as a cardboard box that had fallen off the recycle bin. And my faith in you was even more let down when I found you huddled in my closet with a knife. A serrated knife.

I knew right then and there that I had to teach you a thing or two about self defense God forbid one day the cardboard box really is an intruder. I hate that it took me almost a year to do this with you, but seeing how it's going, it might take another year before we're done.

"Okay, now aim at the targ- Woah! Woah! Not at me! Put the gun down!" I disarm you easily before you have a chance to hurt either of us.