Who Is GunDiva? Part II

So, Crazy B and I spent some time at the range and I got more and more proficient with his guns.  It was about this time that he decided that he wanted to "get back" into Personal Protection (bodyguarding).  In the past, he'd been a cop and done some protection work on the side.  Being the supportive girlfriend I was, I encouraged him to go back to school and get his certificate from Executive Security International, an Executive Protection school.

He enrolled and then handed his books over to me; being the good, supportive girlfriend I was, I did all of his work for him.  I'm so not condoning what I did, in doing his homework for him, but I learned so much from doing all of his course work.  One of my papers (in his name, of course) actually was used as an example paper by one of the instructors.  Am I pissed that I did the work and he got the certificate?  Hell, yes, but what I learned came in handy when Crazy B's true colors came out.

To his credit, he did at least read some of the course materials and at least read the papers before he turned them in.  Otherwise, he would have fallen flat on his face when he went to do his resident training.  It was while he was in school that he developed an interest in tactical weapons; semi-automatic handguns rather than the wheel guns.

He bought a Glock 21 and we took it to the range.  He ran a magazine through it and was always low and right.  He was frustrated and convinced that the sights were off on the gun.  I didn't realize it at the time - because I was so new to shooting - shooting down and to the right is classic yanking (slapping) the trigger.  Finally, he handed me the Glock and told me to shoot it to see if I was having the same problem.

I lined up my sight picture, pressed the trigger and blew away the X ring.

Just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I did it again.  Half a magazine later, I handed the Glock back to Crazy B and said, "shoots straight for me."

I was bit.  I'd been luke-warm about shooting the wheel guns, but, man oh man, I fell in love with the "combat tupperware."