“Is that a gun?” Alex asks in shock until he pushes my coat aside a bit more to get a better look. “God no, it’s a taser.” “Ah… you came packing heat,” he says with a grin. “My dad made me bring it. He said to tase you if you started acting up,” I admit. It was a whole thing. He absolutely insisted I take it while I told him I wanted nothing to do with it. Instead of letting me get away without it, he body blocked the door and told me to “Use protection” while everyone in the office turned to stare. Horrified, I snatched up the taser, debated long and hard about tasing him, and ran.
