Chapter 16

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I loved being in light shoes or sandals since I had a child to back. High heels were never my thing. I tried making up an excuse as I saw the look on his face but he needed none. He handed Miguel back to me as he entered the store without another word.

He went to the dummy and picked out all the lady clothing he came across, shoving it in the shopping cart as he went to the next store. He selected the latest brands of female undies and different designs of high heels and shoved them on the cart.

I walked up to him, stopping as I lowered down and brought most of the heels out. It wasn't like I needed any of it.

"What's ya doing?" He asked.

"Nothing," I said softly. "They aren't my size." I lied.

"Alright, then... So go pick your size, lady," He said, authoritatively.

I nodded, not wanting to drag it on with him as I did as he said, selecting only but a few. "This will do," I said, shoving them inside the cart and waiting for his instruction.

He said nothing else, satisfied wit