And I knew some girls in the group were jealous of the attention I get in college, my grades, and my relationship. I could see the envy and evil inten...t in their eyes, but again, everyone is like this, so I don’t bother so much. But these bitches knew my competitive nature and tried to use it against me. And I was a victim of my own doing.So, we were playing truth or dare and the game was going pretty well for me as I had no secrets and I was open about it. But Priya gave me a dare that changed. Without makeup I looked too much like a tomboy inthe dress. I also noted that black heels were so wrong with this dress.I removed the beautiful dress carefully and re-hung it. Pulling on apair of my old boy jeans, I needed to snug the belt two holes tighter,and slipped on my heels. I got my keys and headed to the Audi.The car started roughly, the battery was still original. I paused andcalled for a service appointment for Monday to have a new batteryinstalled and to have the oil changed. The. Sarah had chosen a short skirt but not too short as to let everyone see what she had had for breakfast. Her smooth legs and glimpse of thigh also did not fail to grab John's attention. A few times John had touched Sarah 'accidentally' and when she did not recoil he knew he could go in for the kill. John could feel the attraction between them and knew he would not have to do too much to get his wish.John knew he could turn heads when he entered the room. It had happened tonight but only Sarah. Let's Dance."The number of hours Tawny in her former life spent twirling and dancing infront of the mirror in dresses and heels, far surpassed even an army oftwelve-year old girls with a hairbrush microphones in their hands. NearSisters had been wearing dresses and heels for weeks and months, Tawny onand off for decades. In fact, as everyone here was "carved from the foulclay of man," there likely wasn't a single person in this room ascomfortable as she was right now.Near Sister skirts were.