I was meticulous about keeping my body and legs shaved, and I began to realize that high heels were surely the next stage. Once more I decided to move first before JUlie asked me. I sorted through Julie's own shoes. They were to small for me. Then I remembered my mother's things. I found a rather dowdy pair tucked away with all the memorabilia. That evening I greeted Julie with her usual drink, white frilly apron over my skirt, in two inch heels. Julie said nothing, but the next weekend she took me shopping for heels. I ended up with six pairs of three in heels in faro=ious colors. Julie said that the pink ones were the nicest, but I preferred the black. I wore them the next Monday evening when I greeted Julie and the door with her drink in my hand.