I was simply leaning on a high-top with my arms up, gently kicking my toe into the red carpet, and looking around, people watching. Miss BJ came back ...ut, and looked much happier, and we made eye contact, exchanging soft nods as she went back to her host. Boyfriend? Lover? John? Bull? It made me wonder about the others, and their relationships. Including my own, when I felt a hand caress my butt, sliding down the silky, shiny soft satin, until the material ran out, and his hand then reached up,. ”I said, “Mom, you were so…so….” “Horny?” she asked.“No……sexy,” I managed to say, very embarrassed. “Where did you get those shoes?” I again managed to ask.“Those? Oh, last month I was out with an associate for lunch and I saw a woman on the street wearing them. When I remarked about the height of the heels, my associate, Joan, you might know her, called them ‘whore shoes’ She had a pair and she gave them to me. They fit but I can’t walk. Do they make me look like a whore?”“Mom, you are much. " That's great but does it earn you a living?" Oh no, but I have resources. My family is well off, they subsidize me,provide my housing, an allowance; as long as I am doing somethingproductive, they are content to help me." That's really nice that you have a family like that. I am somewhatestranged from my family, they live in Iowa, a big farming family,farming country. I love them but our philosophies are rather polesapart-they are ultra conservative bible thumpers who feel that if aperson. As the car door opened, John's heart began to race.- -Aileen reached for her cellphone charging on the nightstand and saw her husband's message.Good morning. Have a good day. Love youLove you, she replied, Don't work too hardNever, he promised.She was lying in bed catching up on the local news and gossip sites on her tablet, still naked from the night before. John had played out his fantasy again, the third time this week, this time with the dildo. She hated that thing. She didn't mind.