“Please. Please can I just touch it for a while?” He pleaded.
“No! I don’t even know you!” I reply.
“Ok. I’ll give you MY foot first to make it a fair exchange.”
Before I knew it, this 6.2ft man had his Paul Smith-clad foot in my hand. I had no option but to marvel at his chutzpah.
I slipped my shoe off. I can safely assume he liked my foot. He grabbed my face and kissed me.
Added by Candy Paula May on October 8, 2013 at 18:00 — No Comments