You just want to embarrass me." Maybe so. But you don't really have a choice. I've already got a fewpictures on my phone, waiting for an excuse for me... to put them onFacebook." You wouldn't." I might. Would you like to find out?"Michael, deciding not to call her bluff, took the heels, and shoved themon his feet. Since he played a lot of soccer, he didn't have troublekeeping his balance with his new awkward footwear, but he stomped aroundthe room, rather angrily, as he was getting used to. I'm uncomfortable with this enough as it is." Don't worry, hon," he said. "It's going to be fine. You'll see." And another thing, Matt," she looked sternly at her husband. "I don't want you messing around with this slave girl. She's supposed to be for Brian." I'm telling you, don't worry!" the white man was exasperated.Shanika was embarrassed to be here hearing all this. They spoke in front of her like she wasn't ever there. She couldn't believe what these white folks were up to."I'll be back. Steve's older sister, Jennifer, used to sunbathe by the pool next door. Since the location she chose was hidden from her own house and from the windows of theirs, she'd sometimes removed her top. The ventilation vents for their attic, however, afforded a nice view.Now, Jennifer was away at college. Steve was locked in the house with a cast on his leg, not that Craig was interested in watching Steve. And he'd always stayed up in the attic a good long time. So he brought one of his special. "Er, hi, Cindy," mumbled Greg, followed by, "Hi, Greg," from Cindy.Beth and I resigned ourselves to carrying the conversation for the rest of the evening but were pleasantly surprised when, after a few minutes of hemming and hawing, the pair was chatting like old friends. Looks like our first attempt at matchmaking was working.Two hours later, I was convinced. As we got ready to go Cindy turned to me, "Umm, Tommy, is it alright with you if Greg drives me home?"I looked at her standing next to.