As usual every saturday I went out dancing with a couple of friends. We did boy hunting just for fun. I was quite dangerous with my shoes, because if I would have stepped with my spikes on someones feet, he probably would have ended up at hospital.
This evening I met a very handsome boy. I like handsome guys but not at all when they know it and behave as if the world (girls) belonges to them and take it for granted. While I balanced on my spikes to the music, he told me how wonderful he were and that he (or rather his father) owned a big house with tennis court and inside swimming pool. Now this was quite unusual in the 60th but the description of all these wonders didn't impress me at all, I even got more bored. The boy not used to any resistance doubled his effort and I doubled my antipathy. Finally he suggested to drive me home.
Considering this generous offer and the fact to be driven back home in a beautiful red sportscar with leatherseats and a wooden elegant dashboard, which I had never done before, I said yes. But after a while driving in the right direction he suddenly changed the way and instead of driving me to my home he wanted to drive me to his, probably to show me his stamp collection. I protested and he angry but showing nothing finally went the right direction.
But at the beginning of my street he suddenly stopped the car, turned around and tried to kiss me and some more. I saw red tried to get rid of him, but couldn't, remembered suddenly my spiked shoes and managed while pushing him away, to take one off. With the strength of a desperate animal, I smashed my shoe in his direction and hit him at his head.
He screemed like a siamese cat and started to swear with a waterfall of wonderful words I had never heard in my life. While he tried to stop the running blood over his face, I managed to get out of the car and stumbled as quick as I could on one spiked heal and barefoot on the other up the hill.
I have never seen him again but blessed my fashion shoes with my spiked heels.