There's Nothing Better ~ Write Image Prompt

I swear, there's nothing better than a woman in a pair of high heeled shoes.  Mm! I can't explain in exact words, just what it does to a brother's heart.

You think I'm crazy, don't you?  Don't be so quick too judge, my friend.  I remember the first time I saw a pair of high heels...

"Alright honey.  We'll be back soon.  Mind your babysitter," my Mom kissed me on the forehead.

"Okay, Nancy.  The boy will be fine. Now let's go."  My father was anxious to get on his way.

The doorbell rang, as my father was reaching for it.  And, that's when it all started.

Standing at the door, was Miss HoneyBunch. And yes, that was her real name!  Miss HoneyBunch.  She was my mother's best friend.  I never saw Miss HoneyBunch look so tall.  Every time I went to her house with my mom, she always wore tennis shoes and peddle pushers. 

Not this night.

"Hey, Nan.  Hey, Fox," she hugged my mom, and waved her hand at my father.

"You looking hot tonight, Honey!" Mom said.

"What you trying to do, Miss Honey?  Start a brawl at the Jazz club?" my father laughed.

"Oh, stop it you two!  I just never get to dress up.  Nan, you know that.  I thought I'd try out the new outfit and shoes I brought!"

Miss HoneyBunch twirled around, and pointed her foot.  And, that's when I saw them.  Four inch heels, leather straps around the ankle, open toes, and sequence embroidered.  I was only ten; but I knew there was something special about a woman who could wear those kind of shoes. 

Now, don't get me wrong.  My Mom had a nice pair of shoes on, as well.  But nothing like Miss HoneyBunch! 

When she pointed her foot, and I got a look at her shoes, my eyes kept traveling up.  Yup!  My first crush had begun!  And, it started with those shoes!  Miss HoneyBunch was beautiful.  And I knew it had to do with those shoes.  Because, she never looked like that before!

My father caught me staring.

"Well, look it here.  I think you done found yourself an admirer, Miss Honey," my father laughed.

I didn't hear my mother call me at all.

"Louis! Louis!"

All I saw was Miss HoneyBunch, and heard her laugh.  It was like music to my ten year old ears.

"Alright son," my father said, "I think you better get on up to bed.  Say goodnight."

"Good...night," I stammered.  All the while, my eyes glued to Miss HoneyBunch.  "Wow!"  I remember stumbling up the stairs.

That night, as I lay in bed, all I could see was visions of Miss HoneyBunch and those tall shoes dancing around in my head.

It changed my life.  Every time I saw a woman in high heels, I had to stop.  I don't know what it was as a kid.  But, as an adult?  Whew!  My appreciation has grown immensely.

Do you not understand the complexities of a pair of high heels?  C'mon!  Every man should go out and buy his wife or girl at least two pair!  I'm telling you, when they put those shoes on--a transformation takes place. 

There's nothing better than seeing a woman walk in a pair of high heels.  Even the click, click, click, makes a brother's heart skip! The way they extend the legs--making her look taller.  They way it accentuates every fine curve, in all the right places.  It ought to be a law!

And the walk!  Oh my goodness!  The walk!  I'm breaking into a sweat just thinking about it!  It's that sexy strut and sway of the hips from side to side. Oh...my...goodness!  I'm telling you, believe me when I tell you: there's nothing better than a woman in a pair of high heels...especially when it's just high heels! Mm. Mm. Mm.

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