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I was in a big house. Some rich people owned it. I was looking at the floors with a designer. They were patterened but the design was not layed out correctly on purpose. The blond designer was tentatively liking it, but I didn't care for it. I felt bad if I made him feel worse. I went to go to bathroom in the "powder" bath but it ended up being a large and luxurious room. It had a bath tub and there were some fancy high heels in there... black snake skin, and a silver heel that was about 1 inch wide and a triangular shaped cylinder. For some reason I wrote JB inside the heel with a felt maker...when I wrote it the heel was snake skin, not silver. Then I tried to turn on the water to go to the bathroom (for some reason) and water poured everywhere from a showerhead installed above the toilet. I tried to sop it up with the large navy towels in the bathroom, but didn't do a very good job. I went to talk to this woman in the house... I think the owner, her name was Susan. She was part counselor part intuitive. We met years before and she asked how I was. It was amazing though because she remembered details of our first appointment. Then she mentioned the heels... and how horrible it was that someone wrote on them. I wouldn't confess, I didn't remember why I had done it and wasn't sure what to do. She was going on about how expensive they were, and I was trying to play it down, but it didn't work. I kept trying to act concerned and be in wonder about why someone would do such a thing and who it could be. I felt horrible. Then it was her husband sitting on the couch. I was complimenting his wife on her abilities.
I was in a big house. Some rich people owned it. I was looking at the floors with a designer. They were patterened but the design was not layed out correctly on purpose. The blond designer was tentatively liking it, but I didn't care for it. I felt bad if I made him feel worse. I went to go to bathroom in the "powder" bath but it ended up being a large and luxurious room. It had a bath tub and there were some fancy high heels in there... black snake skin, and a silver heel that was about 1 inch wide and a triangular shaped cylinder. For some reason I wrote JB inside the heel with a felt maker...when I wrote it the heel was snake skin, not silver. Then I tried to turn on the water to go to the bathroom (for some reason) and water poured everywhere from a showerhead installed above the toilet. I tried to sop it up with the large navy towels in the bathroom, but didn't do a very good job. I went to talk to this woman in the house... I think the owner, her name was Susan. She was part counselor part intuitive. We met years before and she asked how I was. It was amazing though because she remembered details of our first appointment. Then she mentioned the heels... and how horrible it was that someone wrote on them. I wouldn't confess, I didn't remember why I had done it and wasn't sure what to do. She was going on about how expensive they were, and I was trying to play it down, but it didn't work. I kept trying to act concerned and be in wonder about why someone would do such a thing and who it could be. I felt horrible. Then it was her husband sitting on the couch. I was complimenting his wife on her abilities.
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