She was short-- even though she was wearing at least 4 1/2 inch heels. I wondered how the women were selected to wear the stilettos. Were they women w...o wore heels all the time? Before I became stuck in my stilettos, I wore high heels almost every day. Maybe. I handed her the package and explained that I had received it by accident. She insisted that I come in. My heart began to race. What if she found the note while I was there? I was so scared I trembled. She opened the box and her eyes. Chapter Two – Summer We were lying on a blanket in the park. My arm was around her, and her head was resting on my chest. I was holding Patrick O’Brian’s ‘Desolation Island’ and reading to her. ‘So they ran another glass, and at the striking of the bell Jack moved to the poop: there, crouching with his telescope behind the taffrail, he inspected the Waakzaamheid.’ Here I made sure to give it the proper pronunciation of ‘Vok-zem-hide’. Abruptly she giggled and rubbed the ear that had been. And a few days later, a number of girls (who probably hadn't watched the show live, which explained why it took a few days for the word to spread) intimated that they might be happy to have me call them. I figured I'd get it all sorted out after the Christmas break; in the meantime, of course, I had some serious studying to do with our semester finals only two weeks away.The only person I tried to keep it from was my best friend, Wally Kennedy. And it was pretty unlikely he'd find out on his. ”I smiled, licking my lips in anticipation. I stood up and walked around her, looking closely.“Strip.” I commanded. I was pleased to see no hesitation from her. She gripped the bottom of her vest and pulled it up over her head. Her bra came off next, releasing those amazing, pendulous breasts that jiggled a little as they dropped from their containers. Fuck me, they looked so firm with no sag at all. She kicked off her trainers and quickly whipped off her jeans and panties together, then.