I selected sixteen. Eight men and eight women. The selection was based on the telephone interviews. They had to sound enthusiastic and I relied on my ...nstincts as to their being good subjects. I decided I would see them all on the same day. Every half hour. I alternated sex to see if I could have instant pairs. My first applicant was a slightly pudgy, young woman who was about nineteen years old. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater. Neat looking. Her name was Dorothy (call me Dotty). Okay. . One thing was obvious, the loader would be kept busy with much sustained fire! Everybody, including the women, volunteered to be gunners! There was talk that this might even make the shotgun obsolete.A meeting was held after the demonstration and it was decided to build eight more guns: nine would give eight for the fort and one for the construction site. We would find the money, somewhere.At this point, Roland introduced a new idea: a mobile fighting platform for the new gun. He had recently. She couldn’t remember if she wore them or not. She had a very weird nightmare that some spaceship fell from the sky and little men came into her house. They held a large planter that had a plant in it. They danced around the plant which they put in her room. They chanted and miraculously it grew into a five-foot plant. The plant had ivy and the branches were long and vine-like. She wasn’t sure where the men went but they left this plant inside of her room.She kept the covers up to her. They were now in an open office bullpen area with around ten cubicles. Taking Kim’s arm he guided her towards the far corner of the room. As they passed through Frank exchanged greetings with the women whose work stations they passed. Kim did her best to keep her head held high as more than one of them did a double take as they saw the accessories she was wearing as well as that her hands were secured together. Right outside his office was a desk standing alone where an attractive, young buxom.