Weber's return. Except that Markwasn't happy with my load of homework and constantly disturbed me. Whichof course only made it take even longer. But t...ere was no way he wantedto admit that.When Mrs. Weber returned she pressed a box into my hands. "I noticedthat your shoes don't really fit your clothes. Try these on once."Curiously I opened the box. Inside was a pair of gym shoes - except onlyat first glance. These shoes actually had high thin heels like pumps.With high expectation I tried them. She had touched him and felt how cool he was. She looked at the clock and realized she had passed out for over an hour. Quickly she dressed and left the room. She didn't see anyone around and went to her room to think.That she felt guilty and worthless was an understatement. Yes she had to pick herself up and report it to the police. Yet she would pretend that she found his body. She couldn't hurt Ken. She did still love him. She would just have to try harder. It was this thought that propelled. Very expensive she knew, and very classy as well. She walked in and approached the counter. Good evening the bartender greeted her. Uhhh, may I get a drink, please? she enquired And make it a strong one, Ive had a bad day. Whats your house speciality? she continued. The barman smiled One of these he replied, placing a large glass goblet on the counter in front of himself. He flipped a bottle of Jose Cuervo and poured a large shot into the glass. With his other hand he added a long measure of. After a few seconds, I attached the other one. Her sigh of contentment seemed to echo throughout my entire apartment. Even better, she was acting just as I had hoped, not moving so that it did not cause too much aggravation to her nipples. Thankfully, I had already done my research and when I went behind her I stated in a demanding voice, "You sure took your time taking off your pants, I guess you need some discipline. Also, don't speak unless I tell you to. I don't want to have to grab the gag.