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Thanks for the note.

My ex-wife used to carry a S&W "Lady-Smith" .38 SPECIAL 6-round revolver on her. It was a beautiful gun. Brushed Nickel pated. She fired it a number of times, but DID not practice on real and true aim and marksmanship with it.

The idea was that she would only pull it out to use it. And if it got to the point of pulling it out, she was to point it in the attackers chest and pull the trigger.

In 1994 we lived in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. There were reports of women missing. Their cars found at the side of the road empty. Police started to suspect that there was someone pretending to be a Police Officer and pulling over attractive young women.

I worked late at nite and both of us traveled around a bit. Mississippi is a beautiful state, but it is mostly wooded forests and isolated stretches that go for miles and miles.

One day, my ex-wife was driving alone. It wasn't that late at nite. Maybe 8:00 PM. The road wasn't that deserted either. But a car started to follow her. It began to flash it's lights. Not the way a "trucker" would flash his lights... but rather like that of a Police car with alternating lights. You know, left then right then left then right. The car was a plain blue car. It didn't look like an unmarked police car or anything.

My ex-wife refused to pull over. For a number of reasons, but we have had some rough and tumble times so she knew better. Especially since the radio was all talking about the string of missing women.

This guy kept on following her. OVER 25 miles! Along a deserted stretch he pulled up to her side and trided to force her to the ditch in the side of the road.

I don't know how she did it, but she pulled around and floored it to a closed "Dairy Queen" resturant and tried to hide. But he came in, spun gravel and blocked her way out.

He got out. The whole time he had a smile on his face. Like he was thinking something funny. She said that he was a kind of good looking guy. About 14 or 27. White with long blonde hair that was really greasy. He had a scraggly gotee. And a dirty tee shit with some stupid logo.

When he got out of the car he walked right up to her car. The entire time with his hand behind his back (right hand). His left hand was free.

Even though her window was rolled up. And her doors were locked. She pulled the 38 Special out of her Carry Box. (It came in a carry box. And that is the way she was carrying it at the time. She did not like the belt holster that I got for her, nor did she like the ankle holster either.

She aimed it right for him and shouted "What do you want?"

We, still with a smile on his face, and still facing her, and with his right hand behind his back, he backed up and got in his car and drove away. The car had no plates.

Her life was saved. You never know what may happen. Take no chances and don't believe those who say that it will never ever happen. You will never know. We still are great friends and she is a lovely girl. But we both get so angry when we are told that we are wrong to defend ourselves. Don't let anyone disarm you and make you into a weak and defensiveless female target.