Her lips were painted a metallic blue to match her nail polish. He knew her routine. She would come home from work late each night. Then take a hot ba...h before falling asleep on the couch, her cat curled up in her lap, and a book in hand. It never changed. She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitors. The phone hardly ever rang, and when it did, it was usually a wrong number or a persistent telemarketer. She worked alone. A mortician. Side by side with cold, lifeless. "My old feet will do their best to avoid standing on yours".It would have been hard to stand on her toes anyway - she was wearing very high heeled platform shoes which brought her up to nearly my height. Tamara was a very skinny young lady with no curves except for a very substantial set of E-cup tits that were bra-less under her beautiful backless dress.Over the course of the next couple of hours we spent a fair bit of time on the dance floor. We also watched with some interest the complete. Because you’re going to put yourself in my shoes. (Sorry guys, this includes you. Just deal, okay?) You may think you don’t know me, but you do. You know someone like me. Maybe your best friend or your girlfriend, or maybe it’s you! Basically, as long as humans exist, we will get hurt, we will fuck-up and hopefully we will also makeup. Here’s a little story about that. The situation was this... He suddenly began ignoring me. There was no warning, explanation, or answer to my messages. I. Handy for me as the place was crowded with coach parties.After giving them time to get settled, I followed them in. The bar in the place was on a higher level than the main restaurant with its dance floor and stage. When I got inside, the cabaret of traditional Spanish flamenco dancing was going on. I spotted the girls and the Major sitting at a table down by the dance floor. Their meal was just being served.At first I was relieved that Jill was sitting beside the Major and Amy was siting.