Was it the color of the leather? The shape of the gathering? The straps? The pattern on the sole? I couldn't make up my mind. It gnawed at me. On the ...ne hand, I despised Inez, but these boots attracted me. It didn't help that she tried to get attention through her shoes. As stupid as that may sound. But she kept dropping one of her pens into one of the boots, between the shaft and black nylons that she had combined with it. Then she fished the pen out again, only to repeat the same thing. Valerie whiskedthrough the room and I noticed that she had added several pieces offlashy jewelry, including big hoop earrings with hearts in theirmiddles. She opened the door and Jamal stepped inside, tilting hishead down to give her a warm kiss. I was more used to him grabbing herand sticking his tongue between her lips while he kneaded her bottomwith his dark hands.They went to the sofa and sat close together. I had left the room incase they wanted some time alone. But my wife called for. One of my dreams was especially vivid. I remembered walking through the forest being led by the hand of a dazzling dark haired beauty clad only in an animal skin bikini. She was laughing at me and hurrying me along, turning fully around every now and then to show me her beautiful flashing white teeth and sexy flowing hair. Her supple, silken body with all its incredible curves and long tanned legs only added to my encouragement to keep up with her. After a short time, we came to a clearing in. Lisa turned to me. "No, Kevin, to be completely honest, you're right. I didn't care what was happening here. We hadn't been on the same wave-length for years. You couldn't stand my friends, and I didn't have much interest in your life, but you have to believe me, I didn't want to cause you any trouble."WPC Cavendish had left the room to use her radio. She came back and passed a paper to Inspector Maynard."Mrs Bryant." Will you stop calling her Mrs Bryant," I said "She's not Mrs Bryant—she's my.