He turned over to me and I felt the gun barrel at my head.
Three men and a woman are looking down the gun barrel of middle age.
I put the barrel of my gun against his head.
They must be so hard by now you could use them for gun barrels.
Again I felt the movement through the gun barrel as he turned his head to look at the bed.
He tried to talk but couldn't do it around the gun barrel.
I stopped moving and looked down the barrel of my gun at him.
His voice made me move the gun barrel just a touch more right.
I was holding his gun barrel with my left hand.
He put the barrel of his gun in her mouth.
