fucking time I needed it, I didn't have it with me. I looked at Waylynn as I raised my hands in the air, feeling helpless. She didn't have her hands up. She had one in her purse and the other on her lower back. “Here,” she said, slamming a piece of cold metal onto the table I stood in front of. “You can hold my purse gun.” Then she pulled out the biggest damn gun I've ever seen right out of the waistband of her pants. Knowing she was about to confront the thief, I dropped my arms and grabbed the 'purse gun' she handed me. Then he turned around just in time for the man to come toward us.