5′ black mules which I think look much better with the red toe-nails. So another day over and another heeled adventure. Ok I chickened out on the Ul...ra 6′ delights but I did at least acknowledge their existence. I did enjoy wearing my 4.5′ mules and red sandals without the dodgy walk though and I kept those mules on until 11.30 at night. Tuesday 27th May 2003 Well today my daughter awoke with the beginnings of a cold. So much for trying to entertain her on half term! All we have managed today. "May I see the receiver a moment?" Ranger Timmons asked."It has already been dusted for fingerprints," Brewer answered. "Those two guys' prints were on it, along with residue from leather gloves and surgical gloves. There were also several unidentified sets of prints on the case that the FBI was interested in."He handed the receiver to Timmons who turned it on and cycled through the wolf, and moose frequencies with no results. When he tuned to that used for "nuisance bears" he looked like. I was excited about the night that was about to be had. We drove as my anticipation built inside. I had dreamt of this, but I was shocked that it was actually about to be a reality.Once back at the apartment complex, we parked and walked to the door. The walk was only twenty or thirty feet, but it felt like a mile. I was anxious, unsure what to do. I was excited, nervous, and had butterflies building in my stomach in anticipation of tonight's activities ahead. I saw him walk towards his room,. Her pant was ripped at the knee. Richard couldn't remember if it was like that, earlier.Something had been nagging at Richard's mind from the moment he saw Emily at the door. She looked... bare... Missing something... "Where's your horn?" he suddenly blurted out.Emily's crying was redoubled at Richard's question."It's gone," came the strangled reply."Gone? What? Where?" Sandra asked.Emily didn't respond."Did you lose it somewhere?" Richard asked, trying to keep his tone gentle."No. I was... I.