Black double-strap heels have a scandalous little way of getting exactly what she wants, size 36

My wife knows the effect those glossy black heels have on me. She does not need to raise her voice or make demands. She simply slips them on, fastens those delicate straps around her ankles, and lets the sharp heels announce that negotiations are over. Then comes that knowing look. One slow step toward me, another, and suddenly every sensible argument I had prepared seems to disappear. She calls it influence. I call it shameless manipulation and torture, although neither of us believes my protest for a second. She loves watching my attention follow every movement, especially when she crosses her legs and lets one heel sway just enough to test my concentration. By then she already knows the verdict. Whatever she wanted from me, those heels have made a remarkably persuasive case.