Phyllis stroked my neck and buttocks with her long rednails. I was in heaven!Phyllis hooked her arm through mine and Rolanda took my hand and we walk...dtogether into the living room where I was gently deposited on the sofa.Rolanda sank into the supple leather next to me, crossing her legsfemininely as I admired her feet perched in her ultra high heeled redsatin Springolator mules. I had been obsessed with high heels as long asI could remember and frequently took the opportunity to window shop. It was theclosest we ever got to being the friends and lovers I wanted us to be.I threw up a lot the next day, but it was still worth it. I wondered ifwe could try smoking some hemp seeds if we ever got some flint and steelto light them. This island could be a really cool place if people herewould chill out a bit.It wasn't too long before another storm came, and we went to the cavefor the final switch. I'd thought about avoiding it, but the Maiden wasexpecting this now and would turn against me. Frank knew it was a difficult decision in many ways. Although he ruled out Helen because she was too young and could foresee too many problems spending so much time with her in many foreign countries, she was, nevertheless a sort of benchmark.So how did he rate the other three contenders, for that is how he saw them, even though he hadn't yet, and didn't know if he should or would, spend a week with Beth?Clearly Sandy was the most beautiful; physically she was tall, athletic and statuesque,. You will wear them!” he said. He almost spit the words out at me. Spittle showered me. The rebel in me surfaced, “You said … I thought you meant … town ….. You don’t expect me to go to town dressed like this do you?” I had secret plans for when I arrived in town and they meant police and going home. Ever since he had mentioned clothes my head had been swirling with plots and counterplots. It would just take one trip to some town and I would be out of here. But I knew that meant real clothes,.