You say I'm being starey again. “Oh...no I'm not wearing my black kitten heels today. Um...yeah, I am a size 5”, you say, almost impressed at my guess. Wait, why are we talking about my shoes?” “Did you need something?” “Tuesday 3 o'clock, yes they told me.” You roll your eyes. Next scene, wearing black heels: You're lying on the couch with your legs outstretched, one foot crossed over the other (your shoes nearest the camera). You're staring at a sheet of paper. Eventually stand up and walk back and forth a couple of times. Then slowly step out of one shoe at a time without using your hands, leaving them propped up beside each other. You walk around barefoot and the shoes are still in view as well You come back in the door, looking down. You notice the shoes are missing and then you spot me. Walk towards the camera and bend down to look down at me as if I'm on the floor. “What are you doing?” you ask, softly. Your hands are on your hips as you wait for my answer. “Nothing?” Cross your arms. "You were just moving them. Okaaay".
I have to admit... you did a very good job on that case. Well done! However, the fact that I couldn't wear these old kitten heels around your work because you become aroused is sad. I think it's ridiculous. I really should report your creepy behaviour. I'd prefer to keep this a secret, however. I've done some research and it seems that men like you actually wish to possess the shoes. Would that help? What? Are you begging for my shoes? Well, if you're going to beg, at least do it properly. Get on your hands and knees. Go on! Look at you down there. Absolutely pathetic! My answer is... no! Now, fuck off! 
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