Since the night shift is coming on and getting busy theowner asks Mikayla and me to load the dough and make thedrive.On the way over we talk.“I&...#8217;ve been telling my husband about us flirting. It’slead to a lot of intense sex.”“That’s a good thing, right? I don’t need to worry abouthim coming over to the store to shoot me, do I?”“Yeah. It’s good. He gets a thrill out of it. He issurprised that I would act like that. We’ve had a. Carry the suitcase and my handbag to my traded down car. Drive out of the basement carpark and head to Whangarei hoping this opportunity will be a new beginning.After the 90 minute drive I arrive in Whangarei , follow the directions I received by text I find the massage parlour staff entrance. I knock on the door and am greeted by the owner who looks me up and down.Hello Janet I'm Samantha. Dressed in high quality bright red motorbike leathers her jet black hair and lack of make up Samantha's. Now or never, he thought as he learned to walk in the heels. He made sure the curtains around the house were pulled shut. He didn’t want people seeing him just yet, he wasn’t that comfortable. He had to get used to it himself before he let other people get used to it and see him. He then walked around the house in his lingerie and heels, liking the sexy click, clack sound of the shoes on the wood floors in the hallway and living room. The front door was locked and the phone was off the hook,. .. We had taken that vrey stroll home countless times during warm summer nights. I also remembered the time she merely saw the nice friend who walks you home in me. That was before we were together. Why would I do that, you may wonder. We just lived five minutes minutes apart, by foot that is – practically neighbors – and she was that kind of girl you wouldn't let walk home in the dark alone. See what I mean? That was until one day our good night hug routine became more than just a formality.