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“Thanks. Eric’s sister wasn’t too
keen on it. She decorated this place you know. She was here last month and
scowled at some of my paint choices. But we get along otherwise,” she shrugged.
         Brad chuckled. “You women and your
damn decorating.”
         Amy shrugged and then said
hopefully, “Kal says your house could use a little work, too.”
         He gave her a broad smile. Eric’s
house sure had more of a homey, upbeat feel since Amy moved in. He liked it,
and in that moment he wondered if he’d ever be able to convince Kali to give up
her one bedroom apartment and move in with him. But then he supposed she was
far too independent for that. Sure, she’d likely decorate his house six ways to
Sunday, but move in with him? No, getting Kali to give up her apartment wasn’t
going to be easy and he knew it. Slowly he meandered back into the living room
only to find Kali and Eric laughing maniacally on the couch.
         “What are you two up to?”  Brad
gave them both an appraising look. Or at least what he hoped was appraising.
         Kali smiled. “You know that guy at
the club who likes fucking shoes?”
         It didn’t ring a bell. He shook his
head as Amy entered carrying a platter of cheese and crackers.
         “Sorry, I didn’t slice the cheese
earlier because I didn’t want it to get hard around the edges.”  She set the
cheese and cracker platter down on the coffee table.
         “Do you believe this? We leave the
room and these two go off on shoe fetishes.” Brad took another long swig of
beer. The bottle was already half gone. He grabbed a few crackers and some
cheese and sat down in the chair next to the couch.
         “I take it you don’t know this
guy?” Eric asked with a raised eyebrow. He also helped himself to something
from Amy’s cheese and cracker platter.
         Amy took the other chair. “So does
he just get off on looking at shoes or is it all about getting off on them? And
how does one even do that?”
         Kali began laughing again. “I think
you would just rub on it or something.”
         “I can’t imagine wanting to rub one
out after a trip to the shoe store, but hey - don’t ever say I’m the type of
person to bar anyone from being able to practice their own fetish. As long as
it’s harming no one, more power to him,” Eric said with a matter-of-fact nod.
         “Being accepting of a fetish
doesn’t mean you can’t laugh does it? I think that’s funnier than hell. I’m not
really a shoe fetish person.” Kali shrugged.
         Brad looked at his beer bottle
thoughtfully. “How many pairs of shoes do you own?”
         He could feel Kali’s attitude come
at him. “ Liking shoes and thinking they’re pretty is not the same thing
as seeing a shoe and being aroused by it.”
         Amy nodded emphatically. “Yeah, I
like shoes, too, but I don’t think I’d get off by rubbing on one.”
         “What about licking shoes?” Eric
offered.
         “That’s on my limits list as a firm
no, Sir,” Amy said with a stifled grin.
         Eric and Kali burst out laughing.
         Brad shook his head. It was a
conversation that could only happen between his friends. “So I see Eric
has finally allowed you to make a limits list. That’s always good.”
         Shrugging, Eric offered, “There’s
not much on it.”
         Kali howled with delight and
high-fived Amy.
         Studying the women, he realized
Eric had probably been right. Brad could have talked to Amy sooner and probably
gotten all the information he wanted. Clearly Amy and Kali talked about sex and
other intimate areas of their lives. At least now, between Agares and Amy, he’d
get a better picture of Kali. 

     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
Four
     
         Ted Agares approached the desk at
the entrance of Dungeon
Fifty-Two. He was actually glad he had to work instead of spending time with his family.
Those events