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A couple of years ago I was invited to a party held by a friend of mine at her house. Of the approximately 20 guests I knew about 5. Due to some reasons I arrived as the last guest. When I entered the house I noticed a pair of black leather boots leaning against the wall. They had stilettoheels that was at least 14 cm high. Directly I tried to guess wich of the guests that might be the owner of those sexy boots, none of the female guests had any heels over 3cm in height, so I found no obvious candidate. During the evening I passed the boots and could see that whoever owned them had small feet since the bootshafts stated that they were a size EUR 36. That made my guesses a little more easy since there were three women who had remarkable smaller feet than the other women. All three did have flats as indoor shoes. After a couple of hours it was time to head out to a bar, so taxis was called to all guests. Number of people decreased as the taxis left, but the boots were still standing without wearer. When the second last taxi came the hostess announced that she and two other would take the last taxi. That meant that I and a woman much younger than me was going to take that taxi. She kicked off her ballerinas and pulled on those sexy boots. Directly when she started to walk to the taxi I could tell that she was not an experienced heelwearer. During the ride she said to me that she was a little worried about how she would manage her boots. I told her to give her feet as much rest as possible, then she would be fine. When we arrived to the bar we got separated shortly. During the evening/night I saw her teetering/wobblying around quite a lot in despite very high stilettoheeled boots. As the hours went, her teetering became slower and slower until she actually started to limp. Suddenly I saw her sit at the bar, taking some drinks, resting her tired feet. I approached her and ask if she was fine, and she said she was fine. I also asked how her feet were since she was worried in the taxi. She said that her feet was not that bad. I left her at the bar in order to go to the ladies room. When i was on my way back to the bar I saw her slowly slide down from the barstool, and as soon as her feet started to take up her weight, I saw in her face that she were in pain. She slowly started to walk towards the exit, she were barely able to keep balance without support. She somehow managed to exit the bar and make it halfway to the taxis, then she had to sit down an rest. I then approached her again and asked I we could share a taxi, we were going in the same direction, so she accepted. Then she said that se did not know how she would be able to walk to the taxi in her boots since her ankles were too tired to balance her 15cm heels. I said that I would support her. With some effort I got her into a taxi and during the ride she told me that she have never been wearing heels this high before and that she only did it to look good. I helped her to her flat and I also helped her take her killer boots off.