“Really? Like handled them just like that?” I crossed my legs, while sitting on his lap, fully intrigued. “Like pull the gun out and handle ‘em for me, Daddy?” “Navy, the fuck? This ain’t one of your fucking books,” he tickled me, and I busted out laughing, thinking of all the books I read when the MMC was about that life, and here I was sitting on the lap of one.
