I was immersed in my fantasy and hated to stop but when she called you, you came or paid a serious price for your insolence. When I got to the kitchen she asked me if those were my sister's boots. In my innocence I said yes, of course. Then it begins. "Don't lie to me." I didn't, I wasn't, what is going on? My sister, of course. She was such a shit that she had loaned me the boots and the whole time she was setting me up and knew what she was going to do. I couldn't believe it.