Alex pressed the button again and Ally's heels rose again.Alex pressed the button again and Ally's heels rose again. "Eight!" Alex said. Alex looked at the lights. Both sets of lights were switching from red to green and back again as Ally strained to keep her toes planted. Susan, seeing this gave the wing nuts another turn or two and Ally's heel shifted forward again. "That's fifteen degrees. I can't tilt her heels any farther forward without risking damage. Try eight and a half. I think we'll lose contact before we get there though," Susan said as she looked up from her kneeling position. Alex hit the up button one more time the displays inched upward. As he approached 8.3 inches he started jogging the switch and releasing it. The contact lights stayed green. '8.4', still green. '8.5' still green. No wait. The lights started to flicker. "That's as high as she can go," Alex said to Susan. Susan nodded. "Do we have any size 11-C with an 8.5 heel?" Alex asked Susan. "I'm not sure we have an 11-C at all. Let me go back and check," said Susan. Susan disappeared through the archway leaving Ally with Alex. "You're doing fine honey. Just try and relax as best as you can." Alex then petted Ally's hair. Ally set out a sigh through the gag. Susan returned after a short time with two shoe boxes. "I found two pair of 11-C's. But the highest heel we have is a 7. |