Her glossy brown hair reached to her waist; Milla estimated her age at around 30. Andrea took a moment to look over the prisoner she was to execute. M...lla’s dress and calm demeanor were a surprise. Andrea had no idea how someone being held on a capital charge could array herself like that. The prisoner was dressed in a freshly pressed blouse and tight skirt, stockings and medium heels; her dark brown hair hung to her shoulders and she had brushed it until it was lustrous. It was set off. I'm finishing high school and I am a completely "normal" girl. Even my closest friends don't know about my "passion" for the feet. I'm ashamed to tell them.I use every opportunity to see beautiful feet in real life, not just on photos on the internet. In the summer I walk with my eyes fixed on the ground and trying to catch the girls' feet in sandals and flip flops. I always regret how short these moments are, I would like them to last longer ... Only how? I can't ask someone to show me his. We apologized and then waited for another 20 minutes before our flight began to descend into Vegas. We made small talk and my most recent sex partner asked me if I would want to join him at his hotel for more late night fun. I was going to say no, but he reached into his shirt pocket to show me a small packet of coke that he had on him and I nodded my approval, thinking that I could still make it back to my condo before the next morning. Of course, I was wrong, as my new, wealthy friend, who’s. .” Every time Dylan muttered a syllable or two, she would interrupt him.As I was watching this unfold before me, I had two overwhelming emotions. One was the fear of what would happen when she turned her attention to me. This woman was on the war path, I knew her to be a church-goer and fairly conservative in her living. So I already knew that not only was she going to make sure Dylan never saw me again, but she was probably going to spread my name around town as the corrupter of the good.