"She frowned. "Come on girlfriend, these are only two inch heels. I'msure you can manage. We even have about an hour left before we need togo, so you ...can practice before we go."Reluctantly I accepted the shoes, sat down on my bed and slipped them onmy feet. When I tried to stand up I immediately lost my balance andalmost toppled over. But my girlfriend was by my side immediately andsteadied me. "Thanks," I muttered."I would be a terrible girlfriend if I let you fall, wouldn't I?" shejust. You turn into an alley which leads you to a path through the woods. Your villa is on the other side of the hill and often when you are at the nightlife district, you walk home to become sober. Every fifty meter is a dusky lantern but you still feel safe because just few people know this path and barely meet people on your way home.After fifteen minutes of walking alone in the night, you see a woman ahead you. She is wearing a mini skirt and provocative top. In her left hand she carries her high. Take your rules and your high-handed bullshit, take it all and leave. I can't live like this anymore. You hear? I want you out."Brad took a step closer to her. Jake saw the way he tried to intimidate the woman, but she didn't give an inch. She even lifted her chin a notch higher when the man started to yell again. Jake knew a moment of pride for her, and a moment of blinding hatred for Brad."This isn't your house, fat ass," Brad yelled. "It's my money that pays for it. You don't contribute. Mommy was right. Iapologized like a proper young lady.Finally, Mommy explained to me that we would be staying in a largerestored Southern plantation for the summer. It belonged to her collegesorority sister Sherri. A very private estate that was well suited forthe summer of skirts, dresses, stockings, and high heels.Mommy assigned me the task of carefully loading the luggage from thedownstairs closet into the car. The car was in the closed garage. Shereminded me to be careful in my high.
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