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Sunlight shafted through a break in the drapes and woke her up. There had been no more dreams of Ray, nor of his alternate Ricky, and in a way she was thankful. She did wonder just what the big deal had been, why Toni had taken his men, and where.
The house man had her breakfast waiting for her. Hot tea and half a grapefruit. Willy sat over on the sofa reading the morning paper. The man was his usual cheerful, chatty self and she had to admit that at least he didn’t talk her ear off.
“Good morning, Willy.”
Nothing.
“I’m gonna want to go shopping. Need to get some new shoes.”
Total silence greeted her.
“I’ll be ready in about an hour.”
More silence. Nevertheless, she went ahead and took a shower after her breakfast, dressed and stepped out of the master bedroom to find Willy still sitting right where she had left him - camped on the couch.
Yet, as she headed for the door, the big lug folded his paper and, unfolding his body, stood and headed for the door. She beat him there by just a fraction of a second, his hand on the door knob.
“Thank you, Willy.” That did draw a grunt. The ride down in the elevator was quiet, as was the ride in the car to Crosby’s. Inside the shoe store was a person named Nash. Nash was obviously gay, which was why Willy didn’t try to act like a bodyguard keeping her away from anyone even remotely male.
“Sugar! Kiss kiss.” Nash said the words as he air-kissed her cheeks. “Sweetie, whatever have you been doing?”
She could see the look on his face and wanted to avoid Willy getting suspicious of the man. She squeezed his hand and Nash frowned.
“I know, I am a bit pale. I really must get a bit more sun.” Nash was quick on the uptake, plus he could see Willy hulking around the front door.
“You didn’t bring me a gift, did you Sweetie?” Sindy laughed.
“Far from it!” She only came here while undercover so the man only knew her as Sindy - no problems there. But she knew that no amount of makeup could hide all the bruises from his eyes.
“Nash, honey, I am needing some good old ‘Joan Crawford Come Fuck Me Pumps’. Preferably in red.” The queen pressed a hand to his chest and gave Sindy a playful shove.
“Oh, be still my beating heart! A woman that understands what is needed to make her a true woman. I even carry seamed stockings and garters that will go great with it! Now you just sit right there and relax while I gather it all together.” Nash turned and smiled at Willy standing awkwardly near the door. “Your friend can come wait over here beside you if he wants.”
Willy seemed uncomfortable and instead just grunted and stepped back outside the store.
“A real Neanderthal! I love that caveman look. Makes me feel like a true woman!” Nash gushed and Sindy laughed.
True to his word, Nash did have several pairs of stilettos in red, and black, and gold, and a hot pink, along with the seamed stockings and matching garters.
“Let me go get my Sherpa,” she told Nash and the man faked a swoon.
“He can be my Sherpa any day!” She called Willy back in the store and the man seemed afraid of Nash as he handed him the four boxes that had been tied on top of each other with a huge peach-colored ribbon and bow, making a shoebox tower. Nash batted his eyelashes at the big brute and Willy just frowned and left the store, leaving Sindy to carry the bag of hose and garters.
Nash escorted her to the door. “You can come shopping here any time, my dear. Just be sure to bring your Sherpa. Kiss kiss!”
*****
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The house man had her breakfast waiting for her. Hot tea and half a grapefruit. Willy sat over on the sofa reading the morning paper. The man was his usual cheerful, chatty self and she had to admit that at least he didn’t talk her ear off.
“Good morning, Willy.”
Nothing.
“I’m gonna want to go shopping. Need to get some new shoes.”
Total silence greeted her.
“I’ll be ready in about an hour.”
More silence. Nevertheless, she went ahead and took a shower after her breakfast, dressed and stepped out of the master bedroom to find Willy still sitting right where she had left him - camped on the couch.
Yet, as she headed for the door, the big lug folded his paper and, unfolding his body, stood and headed for the door. She beat him there by just a fraction of a second, his hand on the door knob.
“Thank you, Willy.” That did draw a grunt. The ride down in the elevator was quiet, as was the ride in the car to Crosby’s. Inside the shoe store was a person named Nash. Nash was obviously gay, which was why Willy didn’t try to act like a bodyguard keeping her away from anyone even remotely male.
“Sugar! Kiss kiss.” Nash said the words as he air-kissed her cheeks. “Sweetie, whatever have you been doing?”
She could see the look on his face and wanted to avoid Willy getting suspicious of the man. She squeezed his hand and Nash frowned.
“I know, I am a bit pale. I really must get a bit more sun.” Nash was quick on the uptake, plus he could see Willy hulking around the front door.
“You didn’t bring me a gift, did you Sweetie?” Sindy laughed.
“Far from it!” She only came here while undercover so the man only knew her as Sindy - no problems there. But she knew that no amount of makeup could hide all the bruises from his eyes.
“Nash, honey, I am needing some good old ‘Joan Crawford Come Fuck Me Pumps’. Preferably in red.” The queen pressed a hand to his chest and gave Sindy a playful shove.
“Oh, be still my beating heart! A woman that understands what is needed to make her a true woman. I even carry seamed stockings and garters that will go great with it! Now you just sit right there and relax while I gather it all together.” Nash turned and smiled at Willy standing awkwardly near the door. “Your friend can come wait over here beside you if he wants.”
Willy seemed uncomfortable and instead just grunted and stepped back outside the store.
“A real Neanderthal! I love that caveman look. Makes me feel like a true woman!” Nash gushed and Sindy laughed.
True to his word, Nash did have several pairs of stilettos in red, and black, and gold, and a hot pink, along with the seamed stockings and matching garters.
“Let me go get my Sherpa,” she told Nash and the man faked a swoon.
“He can be my Sherpa any day!” She called Willy back in the store and the man seemed afraid of Nash as he handed him the four boxes that had been tied on top of each other with a huge peach-colored ribbon and bow, making a shoebox tower. Nash batted his eyelashes at the big brute and Willy just frowned and left the store, leaving Sindy to carry the bag of hose and garters.
Nash escorted her to the door. “You can come shopping here any time, my dear. Just be sure to bring your Sherpa. Kiss kiss!”
*****
Hot pink pumps
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Gold pumps
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Black pumps
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Red pumps
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