The information in Marcus' package set me back. How in the hell he gathered that much data from halfway across the globe astounded me. But it didn't a...fect the validity of what he had sent.I followed his instructions and used the phone he had sent to me."It's the middle of the night here, Michael," he chided with a laugh when he answered.I was caught off guard for a moment."I don't know where you are so I had no way of knowing that," I said"You know where I am," he joked."I had that scrubbed. For tucked in a small corner was a doorway and a small display window. The doorway had a sign hanging over it reading "Leslie's Shoes for Women" and the display window had a pair of absolutely to-die-for black fuck-me pumps.Sally pressed her nose against the glass, reminding herself not to drool as she did. The hand-crafted leather shone, without a hint of a flaw. Sally pictured MaryAnn in them, wearing nothing else. Well, maybe the black leather bustier she had just purchased for her girl. He told me his training method was unorthodox and he had a few clients that didn’t like his methods and wanted to be upfront with me before I hired him, but he was hired from the minute I saw him. I used our chat to do some heavy flirting. I played with my necklace that dipped low into my cleavage and the buttons of my blouse. I crossed my legs and flashed the tops of my stockings as I looked into his eyes trying to telepathically tell him that I wanted him to grab me and hold me to the table. We’ve always been friends however that’s all that it’s been. Well, we’ve flirted with each other from time to time but its never grown beyond that. I haven’t pushed it, although I wouldn’t have minded taking our friendship beyond. But I’m afraid of what might happen between us if I tried to make something more out of our friendship and it didn’t work out. You can never go back to the way things were. I don’t think I can handle that. I’ve thought about this long and hard and think that this is.