Ricky’s POV
The next day Ricky was walking past the boutique. Many times she passed it before, but as with a mind of their own her legs went to her to the entrance. She walked in. The smell of leather in the air. Elegant, high heeled, stylish shoes. Boots. She slowly walked around. There they are. Her hands nervously picked up the nearly 20" tall boot. Her hands caressed the long heel. A voice broke her reverie.
"Can I help you with anything?"
She turned, and blushed.
"Umm, yes, I was interested in these."
Nervously, she put the boot down.
The striking brunette saleswoman smiled.
"They are nice, aren't they? The stiletto boot is hot this season. Would you like to try them on?"
"Yes, please."
She felt her heart pound. Would she notice how I feel about these boots? Would I wear my d
