I pointed a finger at my chest and looked the question.
She stood slowly, hands in the air, as he pointed the gun at her chest.
The man then pointed the weapon at his own chest and killed himself.
She wanted to shoot him, just point a gun at his chest and fire.
She turned to face him, and found that his gun was still pointing at her chest.
He came toward her and she pointed at his chest.
But this time, he had it pointed at his own chest.
The finger turned around and pointed at his own chest.
He took two steps, leaned toward her and pointed at his chest.
I kept the gun very steadily pointed at her chest.