I had several interesting experiences back when I was working in the factory, but hey I was there for nine years and the department I was in was mostly women, so its not really all that surprising. I remember there was one lady named Mary. At the time I was about twenty or so and she was in her early thirties. She had short, blonde hair (I don't know if she was a real blonde but I think so) hazel eyes that could pierce you at a glance, and a serious attitude. She frequently came to work in, shall we say , somewhat risquee attire because she had a very nice figure and she knew it.
Well one day I was sitting with her on break, over near the entrance to the finishing area. There was a large industrial sized garbage pail there and it frequently didn't get cleaned up in that area. When she was done with her snack (I don't remember what it was) she through it over toward the pail, but fell short. Then when she went to pick it up she made a discovery..ants.
Apparently something had spilled on the floor and attracted a whole pile of ants. She lifted up the garbage pail and they were all underneath scurrying around the sticky mess. Mary sighed and without hesitation placed the toe of her running shoe on the nearest ant quickly twisting it with her heel in the air. I wThis story happened more than 10 years ago. When I was +- 16 years, I was often in town. I loved to watch the woman walking in high heels. One day when I was in a big bookstore (you now, the kind of stores where you can buy all books, and the books are showed at the wall, from the floor to nearly at the ceiling, with corridors). I found it the ideal place to try to let woman stand on my hand and fingers. I noticed women were sometimes looking and reading in books for several minutes at the same position, just moving their feet a little. So, I went next to the high heeled women, kneeled down, took a book in one hand, and put the other next to the heels. I preferred when a woman would stand on the back of my fingers. When they stood on my hand, they often noticed it with the difference of height. I studied the situation, and I saw sometimes woman looking at books near to the floor. So they were nearly kneeling, onto the ball of the foot. That was the ideal situation. If the found a book, and were going to look in it, they'd move backwards, and put their heel onto the floor, or onto your finger, and I can tell you, this works, and they NEVER notice they are not standing on the floor.

I remember once, I put my fingertips under a spiked heel, waiting to see if the woman would put it down on my fingers. And yes, she was. She put the heel of her black pump in the middle of the nail of my middle finger. She leaned backwards and began reading the book. After a while, this began to hurt, and the woman was just turning over the leaves of the book, crushing the tip of my finger. I couldn't pull out my finger without her noticing. I had to leave my finger under her sharp heel. After 10 minutes, ( seemed an eternity), she leaned forward again, so I could liberate and have a look at my finger. You could see the finger was flattened (you'd say there was a little pit in the nail), and under the nail, my finger was becoming blue. But the woman was still there, so I put my hand under her heel again. She stood twice on my little finger after that. It was great!!! It had to be great, because I still remember it after more than 10 years.

More true stories later.

Highheellover. d:\internet\creation\socrate3\stories\0724.htmlatched fascinated as she continued to casually crush each and every ant into the concrete, talking to me the whole time as if she wasn't killing hundreds of helpless insects with every step!!! And she made sure she got every single one. I saw her looking over the pile of dead ants and stomp on a few she had missed, each time giving a quick couple of twists of her lovely foot.
When she was satisfied she sat down again with me. "God I hate ants," she said. "Do me a favour and spray that area, okay?" I promised that I would, but I didn't. After all, if I had the ants wouldn't have come back...and they did:)))
Next time I shall tell you about Jennifer and the wasp I got her to step on...

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