Impulsively, she reached over to stroke the weeping girl's soft- fleshed arm, feeling an undeniable warm tingling surge through her own body at the co...tact."There, there, honey," she murmured in a soft, soothing voice, bending over to kneel on the fluffy pink mat beside the tub and placing both of her hands on the younger girl's shuddering shoulders. "Don't cry... look at me - tell me what's the matter. Let me help you..."Even as she tried to console Sandi, Clare's mind was flooded with. Make sure your first shot counts." Marshal Don instructed.He continued "You may have heard of the 'shooters crouch' - The good shootists never use a crouch or anything else that would cause them to tense up. Find a stance where you are comfortable, free and easy. Aim the gun like you are pointing your finger, and let your gun become an extension of your finger."Matt had a natural talent for shooting. His natural hand-eye coordination enabled him to shoot quickly and accurately. However, Matt. Please don't be shocked. I'm sure it happens a lot.Our mum knows and is quite relaxed about it. Dad left here when he found out she was having an affair with another woman. There's a lot more to tell, but I don't know you well enough to put in writing here!"And you get to keep the clothes and shoes, and the money is perfect too."I feel myself warming to the idea. I have seen all of Helen's videos, and they are very gentle and loving, and everyone looks fabulous. "It can be a bit boring," Helen. I went down a step at a time and listened for another noise. The sharp crack of a whip and a muffled whimper was heard. I pulled out my roscoe and continued down the stairs.What I saw really burned me up! A white woman was chained to the wall with the top half of her dress pulled down to her waist. She was facing the wall and I could see some red welts on her back. Her long brown hair was tucked over her shoulder to leave her skin clear for the whipping. A young man was standing behind her.