After a few seconds of staring in the direction of my wife's car, I begin to realize how exposed my situation is. Being under the light at night means...anybody looking my direction can see me. I seek the shadows of the walking path.This proves to be difficult. If you've never worn them, walking in high heels is difficult on a smooth surface, and while the bike path is blacktop, it still has the customary cracks and unevenness. Each step is a struggle to not fall over. Crossing the railroad. Of course I worried about it all the way to Jackson. I didn’t know if it was me or Ester. Hell it might even be something about Sarah, I thought.All those daddy comments came back to haunt me during the final minuets of the drive. I ran the worst case scenario through my mind. At my age I doubted Ester was pregnant. At least I hoped there wasn’t any shotgun weddings in my future.Sarah could accuse me of some inappropriate behavior. It would be a lie, but a young woman accusing and older man had. "So, we steal a TARDIS, see off the Doctor, and then celebrate with some really great sex," Clara panted, looking up at the ceiling with a dazed look and a dopey grin on her face, "What's next?"Me just smiled.Without even bothering to get cleaned up or put on her clothes, Me went to the TARDIS main control panel and began punching in coordinates, ignoring the way Clara's eyes were crawling over her pert, little ass.Clara sat up on her elbows, her tits swaying slightly to their sides with. They kept him at his task until allthree rooms had been dusted to their satisfaction and he was physicallyand emotionally spent.Another scenario they created was supposed to be to help him walk in highheels. He had to wear only a sleeveless fur wrap. They had set up ahorizontal bar that he could walk along, with one leg on either side.This was supposed to be to prevent him from falling. But it had a moreinsidious purpose, being covered in thick fur. It was set at the perfectlevel to tease.