Brown Leather Boots with Three Inch Chunky Heels

No Nonsense Kind of Girl

They had been dating for two years, living together for one and half, and he had been cheating on her for the entire time. Her vacation to the land of ignorant bliss had long since expired. Maybe she was originally the other woman, who knows, but she wasn't going to put up with his bullshit anymore even if it was the best sex of her life.

She wore angry all over her body much like slutty girls from Long Island wore fake tans. At the mall she marched right into DSW towards the boots section deliberately ignoring the sale people offering to help. She didn't want their help, she was going to help herself.

There they were, brown leather boots with three inch chunky heels. The price didn't matter, this was what she needed and there was nothing that would stop her from getting them. Credit card swiped. Old sneakers in the trash. Wore those boots right out of the store. These boots would define the kicking ass and taking initials because she doesn't have time to take names kind of persona she wanted to have.

He came home with his shirt misbuttoned wreaking of perfume. What a disgusting cliche. It was the boots that left a bruise on his sorry ass when she literally kicked him out the door. A man she wanted, a little boy she didn't need. And his sweet cock just wasn't worth all the drama that came along with it. Message delivered, he wasn't ever coming back. Let him make a fool out of someone else.

Sometimes she'll sit in front of TV at night wearing nothing but a smile and those boots.