I just don’t have the hang of magnets, polarity and some other factors involving magnetics,” Eda said as she got to her older brother’s car.“N... worries. I’ve got a few things I’ll bring with me, which should help both your project and your understanding of that nifty topic.”“Only you, Toxic, would address anything to do with physics as ‘nifty’!” Elizabeth chuckled.“Isn’t that a little like ‘the pot calling the kettle black‘, Little Miss Smarty Pants!” I replied to our brunette brainiac.“I may. They have a sturdy ankle strap that locks on, preventing them from flying off during the action. Wouldn’t want that, would we sissy? The locks also hold small bells to each shoe, giving you a nice jingle as you mince around. The heels are a bit high, causing you to be a bit unstable but hey, I’m on that solid weight bench guiding your every move so you aren’t going anywhere. Moving up from the heels your legs are covered by gorgeous black stockings, the old kind with seams in the back that must. He closed the door and headed to the bar. "What to drink, ladies?" Green apple martini, please?" Mora said, bit a fingernail and sat down on a loveseat."Can do," Paul called out. "And you love?" The same please, thank you," Terry sat next to the young waitress."A pair of green apple martini's comin' up," he said, arranging the ingredients before him. Mora looked on approvingly as he deftly mixed the drinks and set them down on coasters next to each woman, then sat on the floor next to them. In. "Goodnight," I replied, and I watched you walk away before turning to go to my own room.I got to my room, closed the door, and stood there inside for a moment or two that seemed like an eternity. Was there... ? Could I... ? Maybe... ?Leaving my room, I walked down the hallway. More than once, I stopped, staring into space as if hypnotized. Thankfully the hallways were empty at that hour, for surely I would have been questioned. Finally, I arrived at your door. I knocked, and realized the door.