But let me show you what a pair of high heels can do to her legs."He motioned me to a chair and knelt down at my feet to take off my flats and put on ... pair of shoes with extremely high heels made of black suede with red patent leather inserts. He helped me to my feet again and had to steady me. I almost would have fallen on my face. I was perched almost on tiptoe, had to straighten my knees and stand very straight. He led me up a few steps to some kind of a runway that crossed the room and. Again her engine caught the moment I turned the key, its silky purr promising everything you could want out of a car.I warmed her up by cruising down the main drag of this modest town to the local service station. I didn't need gas yet. This petite car's fuel gauge still read full.Instead I checked her oil, air, and other fluid levels right down to the water in her windshield washer reservoir, exactly as the owner's manual specified. Everything was precisely where it should be, but I felt. The sun was starting to drop towards the horizon, the city was stretching far below us as we were parked on a Cliff top. I turned to the back seat and pulled forward a cool box which I opened. I pulled out the champagne I brought earlier along with 2 glasses."Fancy a drink?" I asked."Are you trying to get me drunk?" Chloe asked "cos you know, you don't need to. I have come to a decision..."I paused, a little hopeful!!. Chloe suddenly leapt upon me, straddling and facing me. "I think I have. “Want me to help?” Ron offered.“No son you take a break, have a drink. Mark can help me,” he told Ron.I grabbed a water bottle and offered it to Ron. He took a big swig and gave it back. I felt my legs wobble and sat on the bale that was still on the ground. I took a deep breath and tried to get my racing heart back under control. I was more upset than I realised.Ron sat on the other end and lay back, so his head was on my lap. He folded his arms across his chest, and I felt him relax. I.