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Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 206: Lily's Gifts free porn video
Tuesday, May 10, 2005 (Continued)
Julia called me when the mansion shoppers started heading home, asking me to call for Lily to come with her presents.
The mansion shoppers arrived first, Mom reporting, "We didn't find anything good this evening, but we didn't expect to. We've now seen all the possibly suitable properties that are on the market, so we'll draw up our shortlist and start reviewing them more carefully."
Carol was especially looking forward to that, because she hadn't seen many of the best houses on the weekend. "It's incredible that we could be living in a house like the ones I saw. Mark, they're fantastic! They've got..." Carol started raving about all the various features these houses had. I nodded encouragingly at parquet flooring and granite balustrades. Or was it granite flooring and parquet balustrades? Not knowing what half the words meant didn't help me.
Fortunately Lily arrived soon after Carol started. I happily rushed to answer her knock on the front door, and even more happily helped her carry her several bags in.
After all the greetings and settling everybody down, I got to open my presents. It was just like my birthday, except all the presents came from one person. The first one was a small box that opened to reveal a new watch. A big, chunky, real-man's watch. The wonderful thing was that its face was the IDENTICAL color to my ring. I put them side by side, and they matched perfectly.
Julia asked, "Do you like it Mark?"
"I love it! I think it's fantastic."
I stripped off the old watch, putting on the new one. The band wasn't the right size, but I knew that was easily taken care of later. Both the ring and watch were on my same hand, and only a few inches apart, so their matching so precisely really stood out.
Julia exclaimed, "Well done, Lily! How did you find a watch with a color so close to Mark's ring? It's almost perfect."
"Luck. I see in store. Big watch okay, Mark?"
"It's VERY good. I like it much better than a small watch. I'm wearing this one from now on, as soon as the band's adjusted."
-- I turned to Julia, asking, "Julia, why did you say the color was close to my ring, when it's exactly the same?"
"It's not the same, but it's very close. You have to look fairly hard to see they're different."
So I looked at them again, considerably more than "fairly hard." Then I told Julia, "They're identical."
All the females disagreed with me.
I took the watch off to hold it right beside my ring, and I stared at them intently.
I asked the room, "How is it possible that two objects look like they have identical coloring to me, but have different colors to the females? That doesn't make any sense."
Mom explained, "Females can see shades guys can't. It doesn't matter in this case because the shades are close enough that people won't be able to tell when you're wearing them and moving around."
"Certainly not the males, by the sounds of it."
I was motioned to pass the watch around so everyone could look at it closely. I passed it to Carol, who exclaimed, "My God! It weighs a ton. Are you really going to wear this thing?"
"Absolutely. I think it's a great watch."
"You're going to walk in circles!"
Carol passed it to Donna, who pretended to be pulled to the floor by its weight. As it went around the room, the females were all shocked by its weight, telling me, "You'll fall over sideways", "Once you sit down you'll never get up again," and the like. They weren't just joking, but genuinely couldn't believe that I would want to wear a watch that heavy.
"You can't talk, Mom. I've picked up your handbag sometimes, and it weighs a lot more than that watch."
"I can put my bag down. You'll be carrying that around all the time."
"I think you're all exaggerating. It's simply a good, solid watch; not anything more than that. Obviously guys do wear watches that heavy, or the company wouldn't have made it."
Julia said, "It's a very good brand too: Breitling. They make excellent watches. While I remember, you'll have to wear your cellphone on the right now Mark."
"But you told me to wear it on the left because it complemented my ring so well. The watch is virtually the same color, so it must still match?"
"Three colorful pieces so close together is too many."
"Matching depends on color AND the number of pieces?"
"Yes," answered Julia, with the other females nodding their agreement.
"Who makes up these BIZARRE rules!"
Vanessa said, "This year I think it's being done by Susan Duffy. She's a farmer's wife in Montana. She's not very good at it. Too much time hanging around with cows, I guess."
While the females were teasing me, Dad told me he liked the watch, adding, "I wouldn't mind one like it myself." That made the score 2-0; the females' votes clearly being irrelevant about masculine watches.
I praised Lily for having more sense than American women, very sincerely thanking her for my wonderful new watch.
Smiling happily, Lily moved on to the next gift, opening a bag to extract the first of two shoe boxes, passing it to me. I wasn't looking forward to this. Buying shoes in a pain in the ass, as well as a pain in the foot. Not as bad as that literally (especially the ass part), but it involves uncomfortable trial and error, lots of walking back and forth, rejecting many uncomfortable pairs, etc. It wasn't likely that Lily's purchases would be any good.
The first box contained a very nice looking pair of what's called "men's dress shoes", despite men very rarely wearing them with dresses.
Several of the women said, "Ohh, nice shoes!" or the like. Followed immediately by calls of, "Try them on." That was the part I was hoping to put off until I had privacy, so the likely bad fit wouldn't happened in front of Lily and so many other people.
I said, "I'll try them on later."
You can probably guess how they all responded to that. A few seconds later the first shoe was being held open and ready for me. It'd only taken a second to get it ready as the shoes didn't have laces, just a velcro patch. That makes them sound cheap, but that's absolutely not how they looked. They were brightly polished, very dark gray leather, with the velcro hidden under a leather panel. Having no laces and a flat same-leather panel over that area gave them a very sleek, elegant, expensive look.
I cautiously put the first one on, expecting to have to control my expression when the discomfort started. I got it all the way on and there was still no discomfort. It felt like a great fit. "Let me try the other one too."
Soon I was walking back and forth, saying, "How is it possible that Lily can buy me shoes that fit perfectly just from drawing the outline of my feet, but I have to try on half the store when Mom takes me shopping for good shoes and I still never end up with a pair that fits as well as these?"
I didn't get an answer, so I praised Lily again.
Mom queried, "Are they really that good?"
"The most comfortable dress shoes I've ever had, and they're better than most of the casual shoes I've worn."
Mom made me stand in front of her so she could do that pressing-her-thumb-into-the-front-of-my-shoe thing, to check the length of the shoe versus the length of my foot. She expressed her satisfaction with the result. I couldn't imagine what would happen if you walked into an American shoe store with two drawings of feet of someone several thousand miles away and asked for shoes to fit, but however it's done in Hong Kong, they're obviously GENIUSES at it. Mom's test was unnecessary, as there was no chance they'd get the length wrong.
After walking around some more so the women who considered themselves in charge of my clothes could express how impressed they were with how good the shoes looked, Lily held out the second shoe box.
I took it out of her hands with considerably more confidence than I'd had with the previous box. I opened it to reveal a pair of black boots. Not boots in the "work boot" sense, which is what I've seen the most; these were boots that were like dress shoes at the bottom, but not ending at ankle-height. Instead their leather rose up the leg, two-thirds of the way to my knees.
I'd never worn "dress boots" (I'm only guessing at that name) before, and was quite curious what they'd be like. I quickly removed the dress shoes and slipped the first boot on. Pulling up the zip produced a strange sensation, as I've never had my lower leg encased in anything before, but it felt good. The inside of the 'tube' of the boot was padded, so it was a comfortable feeling. The shoe end of the boot felt very good too. While I was sitting down I put the other boot on, then stood up to walk around.
"Well?" asked Mom, not satisfied with my broad smile.
"I need to correct something I said about the previous shoes. I said they were, 'the most comfortable shoes I'd ever had.' I now realize that they're better described as, 'the LEAST UN-comfortable shoes'. They fit so well they didn't produce any discomfort. These, on the other hand, ARE the most COMFORTABLE footwear I've ever worn. Not just 'no discomfort', but they're actually comfortable. Dad, when you come home from a hard day at work and complain that your feet hurt, you should have a pair of boots like these, to put on to make your feet feel better. These are GOOD!"
Mom had to press the toes of the boots. I think it's a genetic compulsion, no doubt caused by a minor gene on the females' shopping-chromosome. I got to parade back and forth, show everyone the padding inside the boots, and generally rave about how good they felt. They didn't look quite as classy as the dress shoes, but I had no doubt which pair I preferred. Girls can be crazy enough to wear shoes that must be horrendously uncomfortable, just because they look good, but that's not the priority I apply to my own footwear.
At one point I said, "I'd much rather walk around wearing these than track shoes. I'm going to start wearing these to school every day."
I was told that shoes shouldn't be worn every day, that, "They'll last far longer if they're worn every second day; much more than twice as long."
I wanted them to last for the rest of my life, so I took that advice to heart, "Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays it is then."
I praised Lily YET again. She was a SUPERB sex-slave, and I hadn't even had sex with her since she'd achieved that new status.
"I very happy you like. Shoes from very famous China shoe factory. Very, very big. Very good shoes."
"I'll say!"
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