When I was sixteen, a friend had a crush on his teacher who lived with her roommate in a house in an urban neighborhood.
We went to see her one Saturday, found the car in the garage, the back door open and no one at home.
Fearing foul play, we slowly ventured inside, calling the teacher's name. My friend checked one bedroom, and I the other.
Unbeknownst to me, the roommate (who I had never meet) had been sleeping and heard someone entering her bedroom. She hid behind the door with a Remington 38 and shot at my crotch as I entered.
The bullet tore a hole in my pants and just creased my inner thigh.
I don't remember much of what happened after that except lying for hours on a hospital gurney with my privates exposed and thinking I would freeze to death in the emergency room.
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