.boots. Boots...for..my...um...for my girlfriend.”, Steve managed to utter. Getting the word “boots” out of his mouth was such a struggle. As he...had always loved ladies boots for as long as he could remember, this word had hardly ever exited his lips as he knew what emotions they kindled within his soul. The word “boot”, such a simple word, consisting of only four letters, signifying a style of footwear which normally meant a protective covering of the foot which extended past one's ankle, yet. .oh no, oh God...he could accessanything!Abruptly he came back into view and retrieved something else from hiscase. A camera."Just a few for the album Rebeka" he said, a slightly mocking tone in hisvoice "now come on, look sexy, youve confided in me your fantasies aboutbeing a Betty Paige bondage model, havnt you?"And it was true, I had! But not like this!...not for real!...it was onlyever supposed to be a fantasy! I struggled against the ropes long and hardbut to no avail. My distress and. Rosanna moved woodenly to L. D.’s other side and, making an immense effort to push aside her feelings of intense jealousy and suspicion, looped her arm about the woman’s waist. “We should take her to Lenox Hill Hospital. They’re closer,” Solace announced. “Whatever you say, Sol” They made their way to the corner where Solace left L. D. in Rosanna’s strong arms and hailed a taxi. L. D. was aware that she was being propelled forward, but her mind raced with dire possibilities and she found it. I can't unfuck that guy back there. But I can damn make sure it never happens again." She paused and pounded her hand on her thigh. "What the FUCK were you thinking?"She slumped further in the kitchen chair. The cigarette she had laid in the ashtray had burned down to the filter so she stubbed it out and lit another one."Yuck." Her stomach revolted again. She crushed the cigarette out and refilled her coffee cup. She stood and crossed to the refrigerator, drinking the black coffee as she went..