My Fiance was raised in a no guns allowed house, her mom cant stand them for some personal reason. So when I took her to the range the first time she was really nervous, was scared to even touch my 1911. I gave her the standard, If you dont like it after one shot just put it down, no big deal. I help her in her stance and grip and she lets on go. Then another, and another. She turns back, smiling and says "This is *edited* great!" Little did I know I had just created a monster. This woman at the range is Atilla the Hun, I can barely wrestle my M-66 away to get some trigger time with it and my Desert Eagel? Dont even ask, if that thing could cook better than me she would dump me for it. But my proudest moment, she borrowed my friends Ruger P-95 in 9mm and put a whole mag through it, put it down and laughed and looked at him and said, "What is this a popgun? Honey give me a real gun, the Deagle." I turned my timid hippy fiance into Dirty Harriet.