When Sammy said she was dressing for dinner, friends knew it meant she was deciding which sidearm would be easy to conceal under her shirt and where to put the spare clips. She wasn't a purse type woman, but she had a few tricks to conceal her favorite gun.
It was eleven minutes when she appeared, cleaned up and ready to eat. She was hungry, and the Slaughtered Lamb awaited.
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