We moved back to fifty yards and I asked her to shoot at the other target. Sarah did very well this time, too, but was disappointed that there were re...nants of the target left. I reminded her that the shot spread as it left the shotgun, so she must expect less damage to the target; however, each shot was about the diameter of her little finger, so a single hit could kill at close range. The whole purpose of the shotgun was for her to be able to hit a big target with one shot; that could save. My hands shake as I press the key to open the message. Hoping, yet fearful. Is she messaging me to say it is through? Is she letting me know that she no longer desires my service, or is it another command? I say a short prayer hoping for the latter. I nervously open the message box and read, "Come to 1589 Sycamore Street by 2:00 today. Wash and Shave completely. And I mean – COMPLETELY.” My heart leaps as I realize I am to serve her again. She is not disappointed in me after all. Or is she? The. Her breasts were already naked of course but beneath the dress she wore three petticoats which I untied at their waist and slipped them down. The last revealed crimson silk bloomers which went to her ankles and just above her finely buttoned leather shoes. I went to open the bloomers but she stayed my hand and had me stand. She looked into my eyes. ‘Take off your dress, Madeleine.’ I slowly, as taught by Mistress Pickles, unlaced the bodice of my dress and opened it to display my breasts. She. Now, three and a half years later, the whole county was clothing-optional, every elementary school but one, and just about every junior high school were totally clothes-free and, except for Buchanan, which had declared itself clothes-free the same year that St. Dunstan did, just about every high school was officially clothing optional, although most had copied Buchanan's example and were now unofficially clothes-free, as well. All inter-school and community sporting events with the exception of.