“Fuck-me” heels

Peggy laughed at the thought. “That would get there attention.” She walked into her closet and looked over her selection. Her eyes drifted over her collection of bikinis, one-pieces and various other skimpy swim suits that would never be allowed on a public beach. Then she looked to her collection of shoes. One pair of dark pink “fuck me” heels jumping out at her. “That would get there attention,” she said to herself.

As she looked back out her bedroom window she motioned to Maddie she was going to the front. Peggy didn’t wait for a response before she walked out of her large home and over to the Miller residence. She fought down a flutter of panic and excitement as she stood infront of the house, for the entire neighborhood to see as she tapped her heel on the stoop of the door. What was only a hand full of seconds seemed to last a short eternity before she heard the door open.