She asked me what I wanted to spend on the ring. I told her I wanted something nice, so we moved to the middle of the case. I was looking at several r...ngs and continued to move to my left. The more left I went the higher the price became. I was scanning the case as Jennifer was explaining to the woman the ring was for her daughter. I was maybe six feet from the end of the case when I saw it. “Right here, this one.”, I stated. The woman moved over to me and opened the back of the case pulling. The pain shot constantly up the back of my ankle through various tendons. That was the worst pain. Whilst the pain in my feet was a creaking, cracking pain, that in my ankles was a shooting, high, stretching pain that was the equivalent of nails being scraped down a blackboard. The pain lasted for hours, or perhaps minutes, as when I regained my senses Steve was still watching me. "It won't ever be that bad again, I don't think. At least, I will either concentrate on smaller parts or spread. My heart stopped. I thought she saw me checking her out. She looked at me with a sly smile then kept going. I didn’t know what to do; I thought she was going to say something to my boss. I was freaking out. Next thing I know she’s walking out of her husbands office right towards me. Instead of saying anything to me she walks right on by, but throws a small piece of paper on my desk. I didn’t open it immediately but curiosity soon got the better of me. It simply said, “Basement storage, five. We want to have sex. It’s in our blood.”“You can’t have sex with us,” gasped Julie, softly. For reasons she didn’t understand, she included Barbie in “us.”“And why is that?” asked Bob.“It would be incest,” she said, softly.“So you don’t want to have sex right now,” said Bob. “Right?”Julie nodded. For some reason she looked at Barbie. For reasons she couldn’t articulate, Barbie felt like she and her big sister were now one person. She nodded her head.“You do?“ Julie’s gasp was loud.“No! I meant.