I did what she told me. She tracked me down at the hotel where I was staying. I, being naive, let her in when she knocked. She told me to come back home. I said no, she grabbed my Glock off the nightstand (rookie mistake) and advised if she couldn’t have me, no one would. Struggle ensued, she was trying like hell to pull the trigger. I jammed my finger behind the trigger as hard as I could. Finally got control of the pistol and ripped it away. Unloaded it and started shaking like a leaf. Most scared I think I’ve ever been.

For this that will inevitably ask why I didn’t call the cops, went down that road with her before. She was a petite blonde with a big rack. Cops took one look at her and believed anything she said.

Thanks for the explanation and I'm glad you're shed of her!