Walking in heels this high isn’t easy

The pinch on your ass startled you, and the heels took concentration to maneuver in. Your ankle twisted, and you started to fall. Grabbing anything to stop your collapse, you found yourself hanging on to Raymond’s arm.

“Ow!” you shouted, looking upwards and seeing Raymond gazing down at you. “My ankle. I...” you tried to stand up. “Ow! Stupid heels...” you muttered.

Raymond scooped you up, lifting you easily off of your feet. “Easy, Jane. Let’s get that ankle looked at. Maybe those shoes were meant for other things than walking,” he said with a leer. He carried you effortlessly over to the couch, gently set you down on it, and began gently touching your ankle. “I’m not a doctor, but I’d say you have a pretty good sprain. And lovely legs, too.”

You glared at him. But then you saw the silver lining to having a sprained ankle. “Sorry Raymond. Guess that means we can’t go out this evening.” You paused, hoping that that didn’t come across as happily as it made you feel.

“That’s OK, Jane. You don’t have to worry. Your boyfriend is here to take care of you this evening.l

You coughed at that. “You?” You asked incredulously. “You’re my boyfriend?” You asked him. A soft ping cane from your clutch.

No. No. Nonononononono. You tried to get up. Raymond held you down.

“Easy, Babe. Is there a problem?” He asked.

“My... purse. Could you please hand me my purse?” You asked him frantically. He got up, retrieved the clutch, and handed it to you. You opened it up and grabbed the phone. Turning it on, you are greeted with the notification, “Boyfriend identified. In a relationship.”

You started mashing at the screen of the phone, anything to stop EDNA and her crazy misinformation. Raymond pryed the phone out of your hands, dropped it back in your purse, and placed them out of your reach. “Easy, honey, Easy.” He said, patronizingly. “Why don’t you get out of that outfit and out of those heels. Slip into something more comfortable.” He winked.

Maybe you could just hide in the bedroom and tell him to leave? You sighed. It was worth a try. “Could you help me to my bedroom, please? And no, that’s not any sort of invitation!” You hastily added. You gestures at your foot. “I just need some help getting there..”

“Sure, Jane,”. Raymond said. You started to stand and again, Raymond scooped you up easily and carried you to your bedroom. He walked in, looked around still holding you, and said, “Nice bedroom!”

Squirming, you tried to get out of his grasp. “Look... just... set me down on the bed.”

“And then I’ll help you out of your clothes,” he said with a wink.

“No!” You hurriedly answered. “I’ll be... I’ll be fine. I can get changed myself.”

“Suit yourself,” Raymond said. “I’ll go make ya a drink while you slip into that ‘more comfortable’ outfit.”

He turned, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door.

You rubbed the bridge of your nose with your thumb. This day has been beyond awful. Time to just get out of this insane getup.

You removed the heels and let them drop onto the floor. You stood, took one halting step, and cried out in pain. Yeah, you really had sprained that ankle. It would be a painful walk to the bathroom and closet.

EDNA piped up suddenly. “Jane? You seem to be having troubles. May I assist you?”

You thought about it. EDNA had some faulty programming. But wow did your ankle hurt.

“EDNA,” you said very cautiously, “I want to get ready for bed.”

“Understood, Jane.”