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Click-clack. The sound of her high heels echoing on pavement set my
heart racing. I watched her ankles flex and your calves strain with
each lovely step.

I was drawn behind her footsteps to the street corner, where I
studied her well-formed legs, wobbling ever so slightly in her
stilettos.

As we waited for the light, I wondered if her toenails were polished
and what color they were. I imagined her returning to her office and
discreetly slipping out of her pointy-toed pumps for sweet relief.

The light changed and our small group began to cross the street. At
the other side, her path led to the left and mine,
unfortunately, took me to the right. I glanced backward mid-stride for
one final glimpse of her beatiful form.