I ask you to look at the heels and see if anything catches your eye. You are overwhelmed by the choices before you. I tell Joan to pick an assortment ...or you and we will see what looks good on you. She goes to the back and comes out with a big box and says try these on while I get some heels. We open the box and see a pair of red thigh high boots. My first thought is not, come fuck me boots, it's I'm a whore boots. I tell you that they are not for you. You ask me if you can try them on. I let. His mind immediately concluded she was a freshman. After his brief glance over her, which took no more than a couple seconds, Joshua responded to her. “No offense, but I’m not looking to fuck you. I’d definitely consider you if I was in the mood, but I’m alright at the moment.”The hostility in the girl’s eyes faded, and there was a hint of sadness in them. She simply responded, “Oh.”Assuming the conversation was over, Joshua put his head back again and closed his eyes, trying to rest for a few. She did not enter a room, she inhaled it.“What are you fools doing?” she asked. She did not shout but there was something about her voice that turned brick walls to paper. Everyone, the boss included, was in reception in a second.“You begged me to forage in the wasteland for your Ponzi scheme of a company. What help do I get? A dumb tart of such ineptitude her cerebellum is one neuron short of brain death. What are you doing about it?”There was a pause, a moment when the fear was so palpable. I'll be out in a minute." Girl problems?Really? Like she was going to fall for that. So much for hiding in therestroom for the whole night. As soon as I was certain that Abby hadleft the restroom, I emerged from the stall.In this ridiculous game that I was being forced to play, I was losingbig time. Loosing was a feeling I was not accustomed to. I looked atmyself in the mirror. Cute was so much more than appearance I realized,and flirting as a girl with strangers was way out of my comfort zone..