" How'd you get started in this?" Emily asked."I was in an artillery outfit in Vietnam, the early days," he replied. "105s, like the one out front. I ...was in the 82nd, so we didn't have the 155s. I just liked the shooting. I missed it after I went back to civilian life, but I didn't do anything about it then. Later I got to messing around with some guys who played with spud guns, and things took off from there." Spud guns?" Just a toy. A piece of pipe, you put some propane from an unlit torch. Hisssssss. Bang! Robynn’s car gurgled and grumbled, slowly crawling along until finally coming to a complete halt. ‘Uggg . . . Not again!!’ Robynn teared up in frustration. ‘Not now!’ With all of the burdens she was currently carrying this was like the straw that broke the camel’s back. As would be expected with most Sissies, Robynn wasn’t mechanically inclined and had no idea what was wrong with her car. All she knew was that she was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Honk! Honk! Honk!. Satisfied that I looked good, I sat in the car and waited.After a few minutes, a blue Camaro pulled up and parked beside me in the otherwise deserted parking area. I went over greet him, bending over to give him a good look down my blouse as he sat in his car; and as our eyes met for the first time, the look of nervous anticipation on his very familiar face turned to broad smile while my jaw dropped.“Eric???” “Well hello, Pat. I can't believe its really you. Your profile sounded like you and I. My long blond hair was pulled into a ponytail and I was wearing short white shorts and a tight black tank top. I never wore panties and today no bra. I was rounding a corner when from behind, a jeep was moving slow and then to a stop."Excuse me miss, I'm a little lost, can you tell me where bridge street is?"I could tell already the man driving was young, early 20s or so. He was looking me up and down and I liked it. "Take this street all the way to the end, turn right and it's a couple side.