” she smiled. “I don't mind if you're enjoying it. It makes me feel better to know I'm not forcing you to do something you hate, and I think it's ...kinda hot that you keep getting a stiffy whenever I come with the next piece of clothing.” With this in mind I decided that I wouldn't be embarrassed any more, and I started to get into it, laughing with Sophie as we tried to decide on the next piece of clothing. Eventually we settled on a blue vintage style dress. Sophie had worn it only once, to a. And without delegating anything, either. Margie had created the idea for the dance, booked the D.J. with orders to play nothing that didn't come from the seventies, and led the crew that decorated the gym. They'd done a great job, too. With a few pieces of cloth, they'd made it look just like the inside of a tent. That and a disco ball were all that Margie needed. This was the indeed the Winter of our Disco-tent.As I entered and looked around, I realized that everyone else in the gym had pretty. They are soft black leather with my usual needle pointspike heel and are easy to put on. They fit well apart from being alittle tight in the toes and the price was cheap enough that I couldsuffer the discomfort. I also knew the effect they would have on Patrickif I wore them back to the office so that's what I did.By the time I got back a little after 2pm my feet were in agony crammedin the confines of the boots but the look on his face when he saw mewearing them made it all worthwhile. I could. Just before I entered the kitchen I stopped myself. I bit my lip and looked around. Inside my head, little Bec was kicking herself for relaxing too soon. In all the movies, it’s right when everyone has relaxed that the bad guy or the monster or whatever jumps out and scares the living daylights out of everyone. I wasn’t going to get caught that way.I stayed frozen in place and listened – my eyes darting frantically around. I even remembered to look up in case there was some monster alien.