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Click…click….click, tap… tap… tap. That was the sound on the dark cobbled pavement on a dank and rainy backstreet of Norwich, the simultaneous stepping echoing around the abandoned and otherwise silent street. Through the gloom of the night if you looked really carefully past the infamously brilliant Belgian monk pub, you would see the retreating figures of two young women in heels cuddled together under a large black parasol. The women where not particularly tall, approximately 5ft 4 and 5ft 6 respectively, if you ignored their 6 and 7 inch platform boot heels of course, with their gleaming silver buckles glinting in