I've been a very, VERY Bad Girl Puddin'.

The history

I just sat there in shock, then just closed my eyes, and lowered my head. If she was going to kill me, I don't think she'd want to see my eyes. So I hid them from her. She snatched my head up by gripping my hair with extreme force, slamming the back of my head against the wall, almost knocking me unconscious. I looked at her sadly.
"If you are going to kill me, do so quickly. I wouldn't mind it either way, actually, so do it however you feel like it would be best."
She looked stunned, and she pulled back a bit, just enough for me to sit up comfortably. She didn't move to stop me, but instead, dropped the gun in my lap and hugged me around my neck. Now it was my turn to be shocked, she began sobbing uncontrollably into my shoulder, and I awkwardly comforted her. Once she was done, she stood up, grabbing the gun and placing it into the holster on her side, and she lowered her hand to help me up. I tried shaking my head no, but she pulled me up anyways, and if I weighed no more than a feather. 'Damn... She must really be good at balancing on those stilettos' I thought to myself. I stood up, and she hugged me. She, I noticed was shorter than me by a few good inches. Maybe like an inch, but still. Her head rested against my chest. If it weren't for her shoes, she'd probably be a lot shorter. She grabbed my hand, walking me to the car, as it purred and growled still ready to go, not a single scratch on it.
She led me to the other side of the car and like a child, sat me in and buckled my seatbelt. I just sat there, not wanting to hurt her feelings or making her mad to shoot me. She climbed into the front seat and pulled out of the rubble of the shop. Putting it into drive, she leaves over and asked "Where to now Mr. J?"