If you behave, I’ll take it off you when we get to where we are going. The delay in dealing with your obnoxious parents has put me behind schedule.�...�“We leave for the Crossroads in the morning. Pack for cold weather travel. While it’s not snowing here, I’ve had reports that the high country has already had snow. Sleep well, dear, as you will need it.”Micky nodded, but she didn’t reply, wish him good night or look at him as she got up from the table. Her uneaten meal was long forgotten. As she. She turned you around and put you down in a big leather-chair.You heard the music in the background and you heard Emma mess around with something. "Ok, don't freak out now.", she said and giggled nervously. She took your arms, both of them and raised them high. You resisted at first, but she pulled firmly. "Come on now, trust me...", she said. You couldn't see anything. You sat in this chair, arms over you head and you felt...wall on both sides of the chair? Arms higher, and...oh...my...god.... "Did you like any of the other heels?" Mom asked."I do. I really can't tell you which ones I like the most," I said. Yes,I was playing the roll of 'daughter' but still not lying to myself that Iloved them all. Not going to lie. Every time I tried on a pair of heels,I envied woman. I love this shoes. It makes me sad though to think thatI'm a guy with a shoe fetish. Yes, guys like shoes and are into them forfashion too. I mean, I see all those sneaker heads out there. But none ofthem would say. " I muttered. Then, trying not tothink about it, I brought the end of the cigarette to mylips. I took a drag and inhaled, expecting to cough as thesmoke hit my lungs. But, it went down easy. I blew thesmoke out and immediately began to feel a slight tinglethroughout my body. "Blah..." I said and stuck out mytongue, "That tastes horrible." Goes with the territory," chuckled Melissa.I closed my eyes and brought the cigarette to my lipsagain. This time, as I inhaled, I felt a much biggertingling..