Jim realized immediately how powerful these shoes were. He also realized how dangerous they could be. He decided to make sure their damage was minimal.
"Sharon, sweety, you look great in those shoes."
She smiled, modelling the shoes for him. "Thanks, Jim! You're so nice!"
"It's nothing," he answered. "Those shoes are so special to us that you'd wear them any time that I asked you to, but only when I asked you to."
"Of course they are, silly!" She swatted playfully at him, "I'd never wear these shoes around anyone else but you!" she smiled submissively, "Is it okay that I wear them now?"
"I think you'd better take them off now, hon," he answered, proud of himself. "Change into your regular shoes and we'll go home. Neither of us wants to spend the night here anymore."
She deftly slipped the shoes off and slipped into her own shoes. The she hopped off the bed, grabbed Jim by the hand and they ditched their friends, heading home for the night.
Fri Jan 02 17:17:23 2009