Try talking to her.

You stare at the barrel of the gun, the stripper holds as she cocks the hammer. You always wondered why they feel the need to do that in the movies. Now, you realize it's because the sound nearly makes you wet your pants.

"Listen, what's this about?"

"Don't pretend you don't know, I won't accept your lies," she says.

"I don't know... I don't know anything," you protest.

Suddenly there's a loud deafening crash, followed by a second as the woman fires the gun!

Bullets rip holes in the wall behind you, exploding the cement into the air with a whipping sound. You know she didn't miss on purpose, if she wanted to kill you... she could have. Carefully, you put your hands out to her. "Now hold on, we can talk about this, why do you want me dead?"

"Too many reason John... It could be that time in Paris... it could be what happen on that one rainy night... or it could be I'm just making this shit up if you really have amnesia... it's one of life's little mysteries."

"Somebody will have heard those gunshots... they'll call the police," you inform her, while trying not to push your luck.

She laughs, her big breasts heaving up and down. "No cop in their right mind would come to this part of the city. This is where people like me and you come to disappear, John," she smiled at your name. She licks her lips, distracting you from the smoke coming from the end of the gun. She looks like a sexy predator, which frightens you and somehow excites you at the same time. Your ears are still ringing from the shots being fired so close to you.

"Now, let me think of what I want to do with you," she says, remaining in her frightening yet sexy, predator look.