A bracelet and ring, left athis apartment some months earlier by a girl he had been hooking upwith, adorned his red-tipped hands.Finally, it was time ...for the shoes. Frank had to admit he had beenoverambitious in selecting his footwear. He had received the blackpumps in the mail a couple of weeks before, and when he saw the four-inch high heels up close considered returning them. Instead, hestubbornly set to practicing, wearing them around his apartment for awhile every evening until he could. The top seemed to hang far in front of her stomach, pushed out by the size of her choochiyaan. Pallavi smiled and said “Hello,” but otherwise was distant and polite. Everyone was drinking a bit, and Pallavi falled into serving as the bartender for the group as she was the odd man out. By five, everyone was feeling the effects of three hours of drinking. I wasn’t in too bad a shape even though I had consumed five or six drinks. We were cooking dinner on the grill, Neetu’s specialty. I. Her stretching brought the slave ring around her neck into prominence. It had changed from a dull iron gray to a golden color. She looked down at the body of the wizard and her smile turned into one of satisfaction.Urgah pushed himself to his hands and knees, then creaked to his feet. He had a dinner-plate-sized red area on the center of his chest. His bearskin cloak still gave off wisps of smoke. Urgah wrinkled his nose and dropped his cloak. Zoltan came running up to his side. "Urgah, you're. What are you doing here?”I smiled as I walked towards his desk. He stood to greet me. He hugged me tentatively.“Well, I was so aroused by your message about what goes on in your office, I thought I’d come and see for myself," I said as I slowly slid my hand from his.He looked a little embarrassed. Then we both laughed.“It’s your fault you know. You made me do it. You and your sexy pictures and those erotic stories you write. Especially your last story about you fingering yourself, what else can.