Now, Rose reached for a shoebox she had carried into the room. Out came apair of patent leather pumps with three-inch heels. "Put them on," sheordered... ignoring the boy's protests that he had never worn high heelsbefore."If you want to be a lady, you have to learn to walk in a lady's shoes,Ellen, dear," Tiffany said. They ordered the boy to walk; he stumbled prettybadly on the plush carpet. Tiffany looked at her big sister, "I think weshould make her practice walking on them half an hour every. I just hope that you wont regret it later.”“OK, everyone, dinner is served.” my mum said.After dinner we were sitting outside near the pool enjoying the warm evening and finishing our wine..“Cynthia,”, Len said, “I wish that I had known about your pool. I'd have brought my swimming costume.”“I'm sorry , Len, but it would not have done you any good if you had.”“Oh! Why not?”“Because our pool rules specify that everyone must be naked in the pool. Why don't we all strip off and enjoy a dip?”“Sue,. She walked over, trying her best to build confidence. ‘You can do this Brook. He’s attracted to you, he just needs to see you want him back. Don’t be shy. Don’t be shy. Don’t be shy.’ ‘Hey Brook. Whatcha whispering to yourself?’ ‘Oh, nothing, I was just uh…’ here’s a good opportunity, give it a try she thought to herself, ‘I was thinking about asking you something.’ He raised his eyebrows in anticipation, which only made this more difficult for her. She was so scared she would make a complete. On the warm night, he had opted to go in just shorts, shirtless, and my eyes could not help wander over his sculptured form. Abs that rippled like masculine waves, Pecs that begged for attention, arms that could have belonged to a heavyweight boxer with years more experience and training. His body seemed hairless, but I couldn’t tell if that was a product of shaving, or simply the fineness of his longish blonde hair that framed his boyish face. He fixed his ice-blue eyes on me, meeting my.