S is for Selena

"His name is Ken," my friend Isabella had told me as she recounted her own encounter and that of her friend. "I got to first base with him that first time he came in the club. Just a quick snog and then he seemed to take fright."

"Were you wearing that red dress, the one with holes down the sides? That with your thigh-boots, my dear, is liable to scare any man off," I'd joked.

She'd grinned.

"No, just a tight dress, hardly a mini really. My classic LBD, though it's a very deep purple, actually. You've seen it, remember? And the next week Carina got as far as him caressing a boob, but again he made some feeble excuse and left. Pity, he really is gorgeous."

"Well, maybe he'll be there again this week," I'd suggested in commiseration.

"I'm not so sure. Anyway, I saw him. In town. That shoe shop near the fountain in the arcade? 'Lenton's' isn't it? He's the new manager."

"Right," I'd said. The thought was a tempting one. "And you're sure he was up for it."

"Well, we thought so. We both did."

"And he knew?"

"Knew what? Oh, that. Yes, definitely, no doubt about that. You could tell by the way he looked."

"And he's gorgeous, you say?"

"Oh yeah, a real dish."

That had decided it. A 'dish' working in a shoe shop. Perfect! I couldn't wait for the next Friday club night, I'd gone into town and made my way to Lenton's. All 'equipped' if you know what I mean. I'd timed it to get there on the Thursday, just before 5.30. To buy shoes of course.

It was deliberate policy to arrive late, and it worked. I spent a couple of minutes looking in the window, Isabella was certainly right, there had been changes there. I'd looked in that window several times in the past, well, of course I had. Any woman like me would take any chance at all to look in a shoe shop window though not at the boring black and brown men's' shoes. And the window was different from the previous occasion I'd looked in there, maybe a month earlier. Gone were the sensible shoes, the low heels and comfortable slippers, or at least there were less of them there. In their place right in the middle were five or six pairs most definitely more to the taste of a woman like me. Lovely strappy heels, and very high heels at that.