"What's wrong with my ankles?" You have very weak ankles and unfortunately, you will never be able to wear anything but those corrective boots. You c...n never wear high-heeled shoes. Even heels 1" tall will cause you untold pain," Julie explained."Nooooooooo," Jennifer cried as she left the bakery. "All I wanted to be was 'my' cat woman."Julie shook her head as she watched through the plate glass windows as Jennifer stumbled across the street. She began humming that tune that had been. It didn’t smell bad, though. She had to stop herself from giving that stiff rod a little kiss and was horrified that she’d even thought of it!Sue Ellen’s only problem was that it wasn’t at all hot inside the tiny stateroom.In fact it was somewhat chilly.So, like women do every day, she simply changed her mind and said, “Well, I suppose it’s cooled off some. I’m so comfortable I don’t want to get up and put my nightgown on,” she moaned. “I don’t want to take a chill, so you’ll need to keep me. " You do?" I asked curiously."Well, you know what my uncle's like. I love him to death, but he might not have been too approving of my out-of-wedlock pregnancy in the other timeline. I hate to say that, but it's probably true."I took a deep breath before shaking my head in agreement. "Yeah. You could be right."Inez had more input to offer on the matter. "We've also been wondering why I moved to New Jersey in my forties, after all, right?" Part of the reason was your job," I pointed out."Yeah,. And we know I only have one fetish.” “I’m sorry,” I said. “I bet you are,” she said. “Admit it, you’ve wanted my ass for a while now.” “For a while?” I said. “More like forever.” ‘Well, you’re not the first to want to,” she said. “Don’t worry. If you’re super nice to me, I might want to do it again.” “What do I have to do?” I asked. She jabbed me with an elbow, so I switched topics. “You know, I like how you talk more openly now. And dirty.” “Like a whore?” she said. “What? No, like adults,” I.