Many decades ago, my car broke down on the side of the road just outside some God forsaken town in Mississippi. Two young men, boys really, stopped to give me a ride back to town and began discussion on where to drive to so they could rape me. I'm in the backseat and slid the safety off my hand gun then clicked a bullet into the chamber. Talk changed to where they could drop me off in town.

Yes, I would have, if I'd had to.