I sat up in bed to listen more intently, definitely what I was hearing so I reached into the nightstand and retrieved my .40 caliber pistol,
then I heard the front door opening so I crept out of bed towards the hallway, then the door closed and I could hear footsteps across the hardwood floor coming my way, from a concealed position I called out, " who's there?, who is that?" silence, then a female voice called out, "it's me Molly" 
my wife had given her a key to spend the night and had failed to tell me.
I sat up in bed to listen more intently, definitely what I was hearing so I reached into the nightstand and retrieved my .40 caliber pistol, then I heard the front door opening so I crept out of bed towards the hallway, then the door closed and I could hear footsteps across the hardwood floor coming my way, from a concealed position I called out, " who's there?, who is that?" silence, then a female voice called out, "it's me Molly" my wife had given her a key to spend the night and had failed to tell me.
from a concealed position I called out, " who's there?, who is that?"
My 2cents.
Best case is the guys a ****ing imbecile for killing the one he is to protect. Jail.
Worst case is premeditated murder. Death (I agree with the penalty but guilt needs to be without doubt)
**** happens fair enough but deal with your decisions.
Sorry but stupidity is no excuse for you ****ing up another persons life.
ha, my turn to have some fun,,, his guilty, south afirica is soooo dangerous that it makes it plausiable that he went to bed, left windows and door open, woke up, didnt talk to partner, then opened fire, ha, yeah right, then watching his parents blindly defend him, shows me oscar the bitch is and always has been one spoiled dick, who probably couldnt fathom that his girlfriend had had enough of him, i love it, all the people that countine to suggest wait for the facts, the only person disputing the facts and throwing attention elsewhere is oscars lawyer, then of course its south africa, so know one would understand what its like......pffffff,
I sat up in bed to listen more intently, definitely what I was hearing so I reached into the nightstand and retrieved my .40 caliber pistol, then I heard the front door opening so I crept out of bed towards the hallway, then the door closed and I could hear footsteps across the hardwood floor coming my way, from a concealed position I called out, " who's there?, who is that?" silence, then a female voice called out, "it's me Molly" my wife had given her a key to spend the night and had failed to tell me. 
I sat up in bed to listen more intently, definitely what I was hearing so I reached into the nightstand and retrieved my .40 caliber pistol, then I heard the front door opening so I crept out of bed towards the hallway, then the door closed and I could hear footsteps across the hardwood floor coming my way, from a concealed position I called out, " who's there?, who is that?" silence, then a female voice called out, "it's me Molly" my wife had given her a key to spend the night and had failed to tell me.
^ ...I don't even...
[Gets on soapbox]
It just seems to me so blatantly obvious that having a gun in your house is dangerous that I find it unimaginable that anyone can think any differently about it. Beagle's little story designed to illustrate safety came off as sounding dangerous and life threatening. There are so many "what ifs" it ain't funny.
If I have a coffee table in the house it is more likely I am going to trip over it than if I didn't. If I have a dog in the house it is more likely I will get bitten by it than if I didn't. If I have a wife in the house it is more likely I am going to be pulling hair out of the drains than if I didn't. And so on.
DO YOU PEOPLE SEE THE PATTERN HERE?
Hey look, someone at somewhere reputable did a real, actual scientific study on the matter and didn't just write a lot of stuff from their gut, or their heart, or their own experience, or ideas on a blog or in an opinion section:
I sat up in bed to listen more intently, definitely what I was hearing so I reached into the nightstand and retrieved my .40 caliber pistol, then I heard the front door opening so I crept out of bed towards the hallway, then the door closed and I could hear footsteps across the hardwood floor coming my way, from a concealed position I called out, " who's there?, who is that?" silence, then a female voice called out, "it's me Molly" my wife had given her a key to spend the night and had failed to tell me.
Valentine day there in bed her phone beeps.
She goes in the toilet to send text back to her lover , Oscar hears phone beeps knows she's screwing around.
Who is it bitch tell me?
No one she answers through the door
Give me your phone. He says
No I won't she replies.
He loses his **** (don't know if he was standing when he shot does he sleep wih his springs on)
If not he sits up in bed if he is sitting up he knows she's not next to him.
Bitch he says then pumps four rounds through the door.
Four shots is an angry mans reaction.
A man in a rage.
Guilty
