All the boys had written their names on the inside of it as a prank, but she thought it was cute. A quick check of the inside proved that it was in fa...t the correct one.It was 11.00pm and he was ready to see if it was going to work. He quickly double-checked to make sure he had in fact removed all of his possessions, and was only wearing Tammi's sweatshirt. Excitedly he drank the potion, and then gently fell off to sleep.Everything was hazy when he woke up. It took him a few minutes to even. An hour later Iheard her ask me to bring her in a fresh cup of coffee. I knewwhat she wanted, she wanted to see me mincing on the heels anddid just that as I carefully made my way into her office withthe hot coffee. Donna thanked me then watched as I teetered, theheels forcing my hips into a slight wiggle as I moved back to mydesk. And that's how it went. As the days went by I would put on the high heels immediatelyafter arriving to work and leave them on until my lunch break.After lunch. She was tiny and with the cutest of bottoms, but could take whatever I dished out…and it was the greatest precursor to sex I ever experienced. For her as well I’d be thinking. However I digress. My computer library of "hot images" was coming along nicely (as it were). When the children were asleep I would peruse minutely and on full-screen, each and every teenage curve. Around this time I started seeing my own girls in a different (Oh God, how different) light - most especially. ”“And the New York Post headline the next day will be ‘Billionaire Nick Coyle Throws Birthday Party for Thirteen Year-Old with Strippers,’” Nick pointed out.“Emily’s not ... I mean, I guess technically she is a stripper now, but she’s still just one stripper,” said Nick.“You’re not inviting Aunt Prudence?” Nick asked.“Okay, so two strippers, but that’s my limit,” said Max.“Pru will probably want to bring Rada. They’re pretty inseparable,” Nick deadpanned.Max did a passable Monty Python.