I walked along the pavement of the street, my heels clicking as I moved. They were new and cut into my bare feet, they had yet to be worn in but I loved how the leather framed my feet. I had quite a ways to walk and my feet were quickly soring. A taxi stopped to the side and an unassuming man looked out the window. "Do you need a ride?", he asked. I looked to him, he had recognized my pain, perhaps he was being nice, perhaps not but my feet hurt and I could indeed use a ride.
I got into the back of the cab, giving him my address. He made small talk as we drove, I watched the streets pass from the corner of my eye. He had found a well dressed pretty girl helpless and hurt, I was no fool to the ways of men, he passed my street. I took a deep breath calming myself. "You missed my street", I said calmly, feigning sleepiness. He smiled, "I have to get something from home first". "Very well", I said, relaxing into he back like a helpless fool.
It took awhile to get to his house in the vast city, I glanced around, outside of town, near a railroad track, houses distances apart, would be hard to hear anything next door. "Come on inside and get a drink", he said politely. I exited the car, he had the keys, the game had begun and I had the upper hand. I removed my heels at the door, dropping them near the back door in the kitchen as he got me a glass of water. He took my coat and took it to the basement, I smiled politely and waited for him to reach the bottom of the stairs. I was thirsty, but far from a fool, I quietly unlocked the back door while making small talk. I slipped out the door and ran as fast as I could over the small gravel stones, they cut into my bare feet. My new heels sat by his back door mocking him as I reached the railroad before stopping to look behind me. He stood there, near his door, like an angry lion. He held my shoes and threw them about a few feet ahead of them. "Come get your shoes", his lips curled into a smile. A hunter setting a trap. "No thanks!", I called waving politely.
He rushed at me in his beat up running shoes, counting on my bare feet slowing me down. Pain did nothing to me anymore, I moved swiftly over the tracks, leaping from wooden slat to wooden slat as I kept my lead over him easily. I heard him curse as I laughed, racing my way back to town. Not today, fool, I thought to myself. Once I was safe, I stopped and looked at my poor swollen feet, keeping away from the streets, where he might drive and find me. I sighed. I loved those shoes. I made my way home, taking time to enjoy the summer breeze, the shades of green on the plants and trees, the rusted metal of the abandoned railroad tracks. I stopped briefly to enjoy some wild strawberries on my way. Men, so predictable, I thought as I collapsed on my bed, always underestimating the girls. I picked up a Gor book and began reading where I left off. Perhaps, one day, I would meet my match.
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Lady Stromfield
I got into the back of the cab, giving him my address. He made small talk as we drove, I watched the streets pass from the corner of my eye. He had found a well dressed pretty girl helpless and hurt, I was no fool to the ways of men, he passed my street. I took a deep breath calming myself. "You missed my street", I said calmly, feigning sleepiness. He smiled, "I have to get something from home first". "Very well", I said, relaxing into he back like a helpless fool.
It took awhile to get to his house in the vast city, I glanced around, outside of town, near a railroad track, houses distances apart, would be hard to hear anything next door. "Come on inside and get a drink", he said politely. I exited the car, he had the keys, the game had begun and I had the upper hand. I removed my heels at the door, dropping them near the back door in the kitchen as he got me a glass of water. He took my coat and took it to the basement, I smiled politely and waited for him to reach the bottom of the stairs. I was thirsty, but far from a fool, I quietly unlocked the back door while making small talk. I slipped out the door and ran as fast as I could over the small gravel stones, they cut into my bare feet. My new heels sat by his back door mocking him as I reached the railroad before stopping to look behind me. He stood there, near his door, like an angry lion. He held my shoes and threw them about a few feet ahead of them. "Come get your shoes", his lips curled into a smile. A hunter setting a trap. "No thanks!", I called waving politely.
He rushed at me in his beat up running shoes, counting on my bare feet slowing me down. Pain did nothing to me anymore, I moved swiftly over the tracks, leaping from wooden slat to wooden slat as I kept my lead over him easily. I heard him curse as I laughed, racing my way back to town. Not today, fool, I thought to myself. Once I was safe, I stopped and looked at my poor swollen feet, keeping away from the streets, where he might drive and find me. I sighed. I loved those shoes. I made my way home, taking time to enjoy the summer breeze, the shades of green on the plants and trees, the rusted metal of the abandoned railroad tracks. I stopped briefly to enjoy some wild strawberries on my way. Men, so predictable, I thought as I collapsed on my bed, always underestimating the girls. I picked up a Gor book and began reading where I left off. Perhaps, one day, I would meet my match.
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This material and writing is copyrighted. Any reproduction of it in part or in it's entirety without my express permission is prohibited.
Lady Stromfield
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