Iwas so surprised by the cost that I did not object when Annie orderedthem.Over the next three days Annie had me wear my high heeled sandals for atlea...t 30 minutes while we prepared our evening meal. It was still agony,but I was starting to get the hang of it. My posture was improving and Iwas managing to be more upright. When I caught sight of myself in themirror, I could see that the shoes changed the shape of my bum. It stuckout more and was more rounded when I wore the shoes,. ’ I’m sure that Meagan must get constantly hit on by guys, but she blushed all the same. ‘Well, I need the extra money. College, you know.’ I nodded knowingly. It had been more than fifteen years ago since I was in college myself. And as I moved from that life into the working world, I seemed far removed from coeds. And no big loss, I concluded recently. I came to appreciate more confident and serious girls. Although, looking at Meagan now, I wasn’t really thinking about having a conversation. I had a colleague named Indu (name changed for privacy), a married Bengali beauty around 25yrs old. We had a medium conversation as most of the time work kept us busy. She always used to wear a saree to work that exposed a little of her waistline. She was fair and had long hair. Our interactions were formal and limited. One day there was a celebration planned for the birthday of our manager. All of us were present there to wish him. Indu was there too. As the celebrations progressed people. Let me go, you’re hurting me.” Corey spun me around at that point and got in my face, “What do you know of HURT, Jen.” He just stared into my tearing eyes for what seemed minutes to hours, then shoved me back down on the blankets. “Let me tell you something about hurt.” He moved to one side as the others closed in forming a circle around me on the blanket. “I spend all my time working, making money this summer, so I can take out my new girlfriend. I can’t wait to tell my cousin about this.