It was then that I started to panic a bit. Not about the iPod, about the date. I mean this was Adam, a client. It was totally against company policy t... date a client and besides, what the hell would my dad think?! I already knew I was going though, there was no question about it. My Friday nights usually comprise of like one drink and then going home to geek up on Inheritance Tax and all that crap. Compare that to a date with Adam, and it really wasn’t a hard decision. ~ So Friday night. It ends here and it ends now. You either tell me what's going on or... or, damn you Michael talk to me." Michael rolled over."There's nothing to talk about." Michael. Honey. Our sexlife has dropped to almost nothing. You hardly touch me anymore. And you won't let me touch you. You won't talk about it, whatever 'it' is. If I did something wrong, I'm sorry. If you did something wrong I'll forgive you, I promise. Baby, please. I'm getting scared about us. What's wrong? Is it me? Don't you love me. Normally I am in total self-control. In addition, I have heard stories about you black guys, particularly in regards to the equipment you posses. Please understand that I do not have anything against your color. As a matter of fact, you are a strikingly handsome as well as good looking virile young man." Thank you Gladys. Too bad, you cannot see me blushing."Gladys developed a nice smile and giggled at my comment."May I refill your glass, Gladys?" Oh thank you John, You are quite observant and. On the way, I stop at another shoe store and what luck, I find a pair of heels close to my size. I buy them and head home. I change and put on my new heels... DAMN IT. My new heels are just a tad too small. My plans tonight are not going to happen. I change into some regular mint green bikini panties, tan hose and a matching nighty and head off to bed.Saturday. I get up, change into regular stuff except for my lingerie and return my rental. I head to the nearest shoe store and find some shoes.