It made her feel special when her Uncle looked at her as a woman. She'd been flattered by his attention for years and he'd always been a perfect gentl...eman. It was nice to be looked at as a woman without having to worry about whether or not you were going to have to kick the guy in the balls to keep him in line. "You're just a dirty old man" she grinned."I'm not that old" he complained. "And besides, what was I supposed to do when you flashed your pussy at me?" He stopped cold. Had he actually. "Where can we study?" She asked.I looked around at the cafeteria crowd. Most were busy talking but I caught a few kids eyeing us, their angry eyes a sea of rage. News had spread fast about what I had done to the star quarterback, stories ranged from me hitting him before he even had his hands on the ball to me grinding his face in the mud after he was down on the ground. Kids who had emulated me, stood up in class when called upon, addressed the teachers as Sir and Ma'am and even had their hair. Next I sat and got my first look at the boots. They were high ones withthree-inch cha-cha heels. In pale yellow, they featured clusters of fakegems down their outer sides. The faux cut-stones were the cheapestpossible kind, like you would find on a little girl's plastic tiara. Thetoes were pointed and, in an idiotic attempt to be fancy, had been turnedslightly up at the ends. Those boots were ugly and stupid and awful, andI was putting them on. Once I had them fully in place I became. You obviously know my sister Domonique and the new girl is Ivanna Layeu. The number one blower in the industry.” She says smiling to me.“I wanna lay you? That’s her screen name…. THAT’S FUNNY!”“Well, actually her name is Belinda and I’m Corey and my twin is Carol. My sister is a germ-a-phobe, so she has been scrubbing the whole house with bleach. She believes that if we show you that we’re good tenants that you might allow us to stay. I just figured if we blew you occasionally that would.