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After breakfast, we went back to our rooms and packed up. The ladies went back to the lobby to rest their feet while we three men checked out of the hotel and put our luggage into Bob’s and Ana’s minivan. We asked the women if they wanted to change their shoes, but they all insisted they were OK. So we all piled into the minivan for the next stage of our trip, which was a scenic drive around Lake Tahoe.

I directed Bob to a state park about 10 miles north of the casino. We pulled into a parking lot right along the lakeshore. I had specifically picked this park because I knew there was a paved walkway leading from the parking lot along the lakeshore. The women would need the paved walkway if they wanted to stay in their 6-inch heels, which of course they did.

We all got out of the car and started walking. I was so glad to get out of the crowded casino and into the open air. It was a beautiful, warm mountain day, with a deep blue sky that was vividly reflected in the famous clear blue waters of Lake Tahoe. The green forests and the silvery mountains that surrounded the big lake on all sides added to grandeur of the scenery. And then, of course, there were our three ladies. I could now admire the three of them without having to think about who might be watching us. The three of them were, in my opinion, absolute perfection in their 6-inch stilettos: Their bodies were distorted in the most exquisitely erotic way, with the heels of their feet virtually up in that deep blue sky, their legs so lovingly long, their asses protruding out so far that they seemed to be asking the entire world to make love to them. The shrinks could psychoanalyze me any way they want, but I would not trade the pleasure I was experiencing at that moment for anything in the world!

We walked for maybe 150 meters until we came to a beautiful overview of the lake. We stopped to look and, without thinking about what I was doing, I grabbed Maria’s posterior, pulled her against me, and began kissing her passionately. Our tongues became so intertwined that I thought they might be tied together. “I am so happy right now,” I managed to say during a split-second break in our kiss. “I feel so liberated,” Maria replied. That might sound strange coming from a woman in 6-inch stilettos and pants so tight that they restricted her movement, but I knew exactly what she meant. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Ana and Bob, and Sharon and Jack, were also tightly embraced. I put my tongue back in Maria’s mouth, and we continued.

The spell we were all under broke prematurely when we heard a loud scream. I looked up and saw a young boy, not much more than three or four years old, on the path. His face was red, and tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“I want my mommy!” the boy screamed.

Sharon walked up to the boy and said, “Oh, dear, are you lost little boy?”

The boy nodded yes. I said the boy must have walked out from the parking lot, and that his parents were almost certainly there looking for him. We would be able to find his parents easily, I said.

“Maybe so,” Sharon replied. But she pointed to one of the boy’s knees, which was cut and bleeding. She was now in full nurse mode. “The poor little dear must have fallen. Jack, do you have anti-septic and a band-aid with you?”

To my surprise, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out an individually wrapped sanitary wipe and a small band-aid, which he gave to Sharon. “Once a doctor, always a doctor,” he said to me.

“We’re going to fix that knee up and make it as good as new,” Sharon said, as she wiped the blood off the child’s knee and put on the band-aid. The boy stopped crying and became calm. “My name is Sharon, by the way. And what is yours?”

“Jeffrey.”

“OK, Jeffrey. Now we are going to find your parents. It should only be a few minutes.”

We started walking back to the parking lot, with Sharon holding the boy’s hand as she wiggled along in her extreme heels. The boy asked her, “Sharon, why are you wearing such funny shoes?”

“Why am I wearing such funny shoes? Hmm….. Well, Jeffrey, I guess because it is fun.”

We arrived back at the parking lot. A moderately heavyset woman saw us, yelled, “Jeffrey!” and began running to us. An equally heavyset man ran over, too.

“Oh, you found Jeffrey! Thank you ever so much!” the woman said first to Sharon, and then to the rest of us.

“When he got near to us, we found his knee was bleeding, so I cleaned his knee with a sanitary wipe and put on a band-aid. I hope that was OK. I am a registered nurse,” Sharon said.

“Oh, that’s fine, thank you,” the woman said. Her husband thanked us, and walked Jeffrey back to their car across the parking lot. The woman asked Sharon, “Where do you work as a nurse?”

“General Hospital.”

“Gosh, it’s a small world. I used to be an administrator at General. I probably left before you started. My name is Mindy.”

We each introduced ourselves, and Sharon and Mindy began talking about the hospital. Mindy said she got burned out on hospital work and left to manage a senior citizens center.

Changing the subject suddenly, Mindy said to Sharon, “I see you and your friends have a taste for exotic shoes. I used to wear heels a number of years ago, when I was 30 pounds lighter. But I never wore anything quite like yours.”

“It is a hobby of ours,” Sharon said politely.

“That is good. It shows you are a free thinker. Heaven knows, we need more of those in hospitals and senior centers nowadays. Everyone is so defensive, they don’t want to deviate from the book one bit for fear of being sued or accused of running up costs. Anyway, let me give you my business card. If you ever decide to get out of the hospital racket, let me know.”

Mindy said good-bye and added, “I will leave you with your friends. I think you have better things to do than to be a nurse for a lost three-year-old.”

Sharon put her arms around Jack and said with a suggestive wink to Mindy, “Oh, this is still nursing. Just with a different kind of uniform.”

We returned to the mini-van and drove along the lake in the general direction of home. Sharon and Jack were in the rear seat of the mini-van, and resumed the passions that Jeffrey had interrupted. Bob looked at them in the rear-view mirror, and pulled over to the side of the road.

“It is too early to leave for home,” Bob said. “Steve, you know this area better than any of us. You should drive and find us a quiet, secluded spot somewhere.”

“Sounds fine,” I said. I got into the driver’s seat, thinking Maria would also move up to the front passenger seat. But she remained in her place in the middle seat, while Ana stayed in the front passenger seat. Bob sat down next to Maria. I started the mini-van, drove down the highway a bit, and then turned off onto a side road that went up into the mountains. The road was narrow and windy, and I had to take it slowly as we gradually made our way up the mountain.

“I hope you know where you’re going,” Ana said. She crossed her legs, causing the stiletto on her right foot to point right at me. Pointing to her shoe, she said, “Because if you do get lost, I am not walking out in these.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. We got up to the top of the ridge, and pulled off to the side of the road. We had a great view of the lake below us and the surrounding mountain tops.

“Ooh, what is this place?” Ana asked.

I leaned toward her and said, “In English, this is called a great place to make out.”

Pointing to Sharon and Jack in the back seat, Ana asked, “And what in English do you call that?”

Sharon and Jack were in a position I had never seen before. I said, “If there is a term for that in English, I don’t know what it is.”

“Would you like to try that?” Ana asked me suggestively.

A six-inch stiletto heel, and the brown foot wearing it, came down hard on the console between Ana and me. “OK, I think the flirting has gone far enough,” Maria said. She was one to talk, as Jack was resting his head on her shoulder. “Why don’t the two of you come back here? There is room for the four of us,” Maria said.

Ana and I joined Maria and Bob on the middle seat. For the record, I sat next to Maria, and Ana sat next to Bob. We closed the doors of the mini-van as we got in. And the doors stayed closed for a good long time.

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