I ready the rifle and peek at the participant shooting at us, who until now, is also missing his mark. I fire, and instantly, the bullet hits the participant in his shoulders. I sit beside Timothy again.
“Where did you learn how to use a gun?” he asks.
“One of my guests always brings me to shooting ranges.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Did you practice to impress him?”
“No.” I give him the rifle and prepare the handgun–since it’s lighter and easier for me to use. “I studied how to use a gun so I could take advantage of moments to seduce him.”
“Is that so…”
“Do you know how to use that?”
Timothy looks at the rifle and nods, “Yes, Charlie taught us.”
I nod. Seriously, where did he learn? I doubt he is an escort.
“Have you killed anyone?” I ask him.
“No, Tia tells us to shoot in the shou
