Giggle. Ten round string. ALL in the black. four nines, five tens. One X.Chuck chided me. "Use your spotting scope. When you KNOW you had a center hol... and your shot is off, ask yourself: Wind? Light? And adjust your sights. You could've gotten a lot more X's if your group was centered." Yes, Master!" Giggle. It's a shooting joke. Chuck's official marksmanship classification for rifle matches is 'Master'.Next ten round string, all tens and X's.We popped open the cleaning box and cleaned all the. Iwas raised off the ground slightly as the hands lowered the cowboy maskto my feet and then raised them up to my ankles. That was when Isuddenly realised what they really were, and I'd been wondering why themachines would put a mask on me before any underwear. But they wereactually putting my underwear on without me realising it until theystarted raising the pink string contraption up my feet.I tried to wriggle my way free, but obviously I'd forgotten the lessonI'd been taught by the hands. Under herministrations my rather dull, mousey brown hair acquired a curly bounceand red highlights that she sported and she applied semi-permanentmakeup that looked natural, but actually hid the few blemishes that Ihad.I donned Momma's bodysuit which truly gave me a woman's body with its"B" cups. Best of all, this suit's enhancements did not need a bra asthey were naturally firm and did not jiggle as those of mine do. Then Iput on my Peavy pantyhose and tan panty and sports bra, followed by. Wo mere side me khada hokar mere ubhaar ko dekhe jaa raha tha. Fir wo baat karne ki koshiah karne laga.Rickshawwala: madam mausam to badhiya ho gaya hai ab. Me ne socha ki thik hai baatein karungi to yahi rahega or bhagega nahi. To me bhi baatein karne lagi.Me: haan bhaiya kam se kam garmi to kam hogi.Rickshawala: par aap late ho gyi baarish me.Me: ab kya karein kisi ka fayda to kisi ka nuksaan wese mujhe baarish se koi shikayat nahi hai.Rickshawala: ap u.p se hai?Me: nahi me punjaab se hu. Aap.