" Want me to leave the door open, or close it?" I asked her teasingly expecting her to tell me to close and lock the door."Leave it open," she said, "...nd let some air into the room." Leaving the door open meant that Gary would be able to see into the bedroom on his way out the door. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a fresh beer, came back into the living room to find Gary with that stupid grin on his face. He got up and started towards the front door, but paused outside our bedroom door. He. But at the reception, Jennifer didn’t know many people. Elaine, as it turned out, had kept her life well compartmentalized. So she mingled, made small talk and shared a few of her tamer Elaine stories, and no one mentioned the well-publicized circumstances surrounding her death. Jennifer was about to leave when she saw Daniel sitting by himself at a table in the back of the room, his hand curled around a glass of red wine, grief carved into his face. He was, she decided, much better looking. It was Emma, who was now naked, and the photographer. "Hey, sorry to bug you but the" Imogen began, but then she stopped. Something was weird. Emma's eyes were opened unnaturally wide, and her face seemed red.Then Imogen noticed that Emma's hands were behind her back. From the side, she could see that Emma was handcuffed. "Emma? What the fuck?"The photographer was behind her with an angry look on his face. Emma saw Imogen and mouthed, soundlessly, "help! Help!"That's when Imogen saw the black. The skirt billowed out a bit but it barely covered my ass and tiny apron was actually shorter than the skirt so that didn’t help cover me at all. Of course the sexy platform heels gripped my feet perfectly. As I stood up to get a look at myself in a mirror I found myself getting a little turned on by the feel of the black stockings on my smooth legs. I let out an audible gasp when I saw my reflection. I looked totally hot. The heels put me up to six feet tall but they also gave my legs a sexy.