by Jester Joker
It wasn't out of conceit that I knew he was going to make a pass at me sooner or later, so I had prepared for it. Given what I said earlier about cats, I can't believe he didn't go for the obvious "eating pussy" joke. It'll probably occur to him later.
The last piece of equipment I unpack is also by far the most important. I'm so used to it at this point that it doesn't feel like it weighs more than a feather anymore. I pull the strap around my shoulder and hold it by the familiar grips. Even in my hands it looks for all the world like a giant phallic symbol.
With the most possible precaution, I gently, VERY gently, squeeze the trigger. The flame extends from the nozzle as if it were a last minute addition to it, but it belonged there all along. In the hands of anybody else, the whole place would have been up in flames, and I would have lived up to my code name. But I know what I'm doing.
After a few seconds I let it go. There's a lifetime supply of adrenaline in my bloodstream right now as my breathing starts to level.
Okay, so my roommate's a pain, but other than that, a girl could get used to this kind of freedom.