I stepped into the suit skirt and Jeanie’s hands seem to be forever fussing at me. Helping pull the skirt up over my hips, buttoning the waistband a...d closing the zip in back. Then she seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time kneeling at my feet and crawling around checking if the hem was hanging equally, front, back and sides.Ohhh-kay. I got it. New on the job, most likely her very first job and therefore a bit overly attentive,There was a moment when Jeanie was kneeling at my feet,. "Gunshot wounds typically involve a large degree of nearby tissue disruption and destruction due to the physical effects of the projectile. Non-fatal gunshot wounds can result in serious disability, which is where we are with your injuries."When a bullet enters the head, everything starts to expand. If the brain doesn't have any place to expand, there can be even more damage. The entry hole is one source of pressure relief, for your brain. An exit hole can be another. Every other form of. " I knew that she was right. We were both experienced enough to know how to survive and, at this altitude, I knew that the temperature would drop into the teens, or lower, by midnight. I quickly slid my wet shorts off and tossed them on the pile with our other clothes. She unzipped the bag and in the little light that was available, I saw her full tits, with their hard nipples staring back at me. She slid over as much as she could but the bag was built for only one person. As I slid into the. On Friday I went shopping after work. Ralph had once said that a green sweater I wore suited me very well as it really brought out the colour of my eyes and I found a nice cotton dress in that very same colour. I also bought some matching sandals and a belt to bring out my thin waist. I normally wore jeans and a t-shirt or sweater to work and I knew that they hid my feminine shape. I then splashed out on some lacy underwear, buying the first push-up bra I’d ever owned. I felt it made my C-cup.