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There are very few cilia, perfectly soft and damp from ever. Gordon Williams's hot breath brushes against Karen Goodwill's skin, touching her trembling and wet petals, making Karen Goodwill crave more than ever. She arches her body slightly, as if she wants Gordon Williams to place a kiss on that part. "Gordon, please! I can't stand it!"

The maids were called in at once. They brought a new tray of full champagne flutes and, under Leon’s mother’s direction, rearranged the practice path. Pieces of broken glass scattered over the polished floor, glittering under the window light like hundreds of sharp blades. Then they handed me a pair of high heels. The shoes were elegant, narrow, and far too high for training. When I put them on, I could feel at once how unstable they made me. My weight shifted wrong. My calves tensed. And the tray they set in my hands felt too light and too precarious at the same time.

I give up. Soon, the most awaited moment commenced. It was the time for the show stopper to show up and flaunt the epochal piece of her squad. All the eyes were set on the middle of the ramp where the light was focused. The first glimpse was of a seven-inch high heel. Yes… seven inches! That’s quite a painful thing in a model’s life. Once they get on their heels they ought to tip-tap them in the right way so that they don't look like they are in pain. Instead, they need to show it like they are wearing sneakers.