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Early this morning, I was walking through the back pasture. The sun was barely up, and the livestock lumbered through the morning dew. It should have been a stroll like the ones I take every morning, except something was different this time.
There was a car, the front half was wedged in a ditch, and there were no people around that I could. No footprints or signs of life. Just the unexplainable car and the same old heifers. Curious about how it got there, I rush forward to look in the windows. There was nothing noticeable in the vehicle except for a black, thigh-high pair of boots on the back seat.
Kinky Boots
I looked around again, unbelieving that this vehicle was actually here or that the only sign of the owner was a pair of kinky boots in the back. Were the boys pranking me or something? I pulled the door open and sat in the back seat, holding up the tall boots.
I’d never seen nor worn anything like them. The black was so shiny I could see my reflection in the vinyl. As I held them up for my inspection, I started to feel… naughty.
Without another thought, I kicked off my farm boots and ripped off my thick socks to slide my foot into the kinky boots. I didn’t even expect them to fit, but they did. Like a glove! I pulled on the second boot, and the world around me shifted when the zipper reached the top.
*snap* Just like that, I was no longer sitting in the back seat of an abandoned car in my father’s back pasture. I was in a dimly light dressing room with many half-dressed women bustling about. A tall, older woman touched my shoulder and said, “You’re on in five, Ron. Break a leg.”
Ronnie 844-332-2639 Ext443