What would they feel like? He glanced over his shoulder to makesure he was still alone for he certainly did not wish for anyone tothink him perverted...enough to put his wife's shoes on of his own freewill. He did not notice Barb hiding outside the doorway. His toes slideasily into the straps at the bottom and the heel rested perfectly ontop of the high heel area. A thin strap wrapped around his ankle and hefastened it. He stood up and modeled the shoe in the full lengthmirror. He was. She saw my hesitation. "You can change back into your old clothes now if you want." That's OK, Claire," I replied. "I will stay and I might as well keep these things on if you don't mind." Of course, I don't mind," she said. "They are all yours after all." And so I spent my final evening at Claire's en femme. When I said good-night to Claire she said to me, "Well I suppose I'd better say goodbye to you, Emily. Has the past week been as bad as you thought it would be?"Of course I didn't want to. " Don't tempt me," she giggled. "Though I once kept flashing my bare breast at a really attractive looking female professor once. And she wasn't even gay, or bi-sexual either ... at the time," she added."Glad I didn't bet on that one either. I'd almost be willing to bet you could convince the Pope to allow conjugal relations inside the Vatican!"She actually stopped for a moment as though considering that as I stumbled ahead briefly, stopping myself looking at her. "Funny you should say that,". "Yeah." You look cool in that costume." Really?" he asked, forgetting that he was supposed to be upset. Itwasn't so bad being with a girl if she thought he looked cool.As they rounded a corner, they saw that the street had been closed off."What's happening?" Phoebe asked."It looks like an accident," Angela said.There were policemen and rescue workers running around the closed offsection of the block. It looked like a car had spun off the road andcrashed into a tree and a few telephone poles..