Theresa left the room and returned with some red3 inch heels, higher than I had worn yet. I slipped them on and mincedout of the dressing room, hesit...tingly to the mirror, I was stunning! Iturned and wheeled on one toe almost in a ballerina move. The heelsmake me feel even more sexy and now I was fully feminine and free again,although a little racy without my bra. Theresa smiled at me, knowingthis was right and good. The girls were back together and she quicklyapplied some makeup.?You. During one particularly passionate, albeit, low-voiced exchange about the charms of sexual intercourse, I accidentally bumped into her foot with mine. The result was not unexpected when a humongous size 13 encounters a delicate, sensitive, feminine bare foot. Although it was not truly serious I felt really badly and desired to rub it to ease the pain. Sandy would not even allow that to happen, but I decided to remove my shoes to prevent a recurrence. Why it took me so long to realize that I. It's amazing to think that you are right here, beside the most famous airplane on earth, isn't it?"That about covered it, but I said nothing, smiled, and let her lead us towards a small group of people who seemed to be waiting for us. The leader of the group, detached herself immediately, and said, "Miss Ames, Miss Debusque, I am Natalie Horner, and it is my pleasure to welcome you to ... well, let's just say, we are very glad to have you as our visitor. The President asked us to let you know. I made them strip to their underwear for me on their knees, and then I personally cut off their pathetic tighty-whities with scissors and claimed their underwear for myself. Yeah." She nodded at his horrified reaction "I claimed yours too. Anyway, then I gave them each a fat-tipped sharpie.." she pulled a massive permanent marker out of her pocket as she said it "... and I made them write Zeta's Bitch 20 times on each others naked bodies." She uncapped the marker, scrawling the words Zeta's.