”“I’m here more than you are, Mr. ‘I have to work late, again’, what are you talking about?” she asked defensively.“Twice this week you ...were gone in the evenings when I got home until around nine. Now you’re telling me you’re going to spend this Saturday at the studio. We are supposed to go to the Lake this weekend with the Clarks.” The Clarks were our neighbors and friends.“Oh, I forgot all about that,” she said as she seemed lost in thought. I expected her to change her plans, but instead,. She did not say anything, just finished up getting dressed. We went down to the bar and got drinks. She was drinking Margaritas and I was drinking Guinness. We had a few drinks and we were both feeling good. After a few more, we were feeling very good and a little loose. We danced a little and she said she was impressed, she said she loved to dance but her husband would never dance with her. The drinks had really loosed her up, we flirted as we danced and a few times she rubbed her round. I could feel my neck lengthening. My legs seemedto go on forever and my feet, compressed by the fabric, seemed much toosmall.Just then, I lost sight of my body as the fabric covered my face and beganto work its magic. My face seemed to liquefy. In a panic, I reached up totouch my head with my hands and feel what was happening to me. It seemed tohave no definite shape besides a general orb. Worse yet, I couldn't breath.My fingers felt the Lycra slowly take on a form as if it were a mold.Soon, I. "The primary weapon of the M1A1 is the 120mm M256 smooth bore cannon," Green recited, obviously quoting the manual as he must have done countless times before. "It has a coaxial 7.62mm M240 machine gun and a .50 caliber M2 cupola-mounted machine gun. He doesn't have ammo for either of those, though. Unless he brought it with him," he said, discouragingly."Either? You mean he does have ammo for that cannon?" I asked."Well, only practice rounds," the Major explained. "No HE or AP. We don't keep.