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THE MIRROR     Part 8.    by  david.

When I woke up on Sunday morning, I was immediately aware that there was something a bit special about today,but,just exactly what it was, eluded me, at first,as though hovering teasingly just outside of my mental grasp. Of course,since I had started my brand new career as a Trainee Pedicurist at ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon just under 1 week ago,every day, had become special to me. Very special. Then,as the final wispy remnants of my sweet dreams dissipated like intangible mists upon the sunrise of full wakefulness,it now dawned upon me,just exactly what it was,that was ‘a bit special’ about today. Of course!

Today was not a ‘working day’ ,it was Sunday,and it was also the day of my very first assignment as Mobile Pedicurist,for ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon. I remembered clearly now,as the details of my assignment came flooding into my mind. I had an appointment at 3 pm., at Katie Carter’s house,where she had booked me to perform ‘Tootsies’ ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,on her hot,sweaty,stinky,smelly,tired,aching,and sore feet,as her daughter Collette,had so graphically described them as their condition,when she came home,after painfully toiling on her feet working as a waitress,and serving at table during the very busy Sunday Lunch shift at the restaurant,and when she would be sorely in need of some extra special foot care attentions.

The time passed,oh,so slowly,as I filled in the intervening hours with my dreary household chores,the last of which though,I quite enjoyed,which was ironing my ‘Tootsies’ uniform T Shirts,which were white,and had ‘Tootsies’ and ‘david’ printed on front and back,in bold,black letters,and,surrounding ‘david’ were depicted pairs of bare,female feet,which were variously and excitingly posed,with toes wiggling,scrunching,splaying,and,with some soles smooth, and some wrinkled. Upon completion of this task of pressing my ‘Tootsies’ uniform T Shirts to perfection,I held the last of them at arms length,so that I could admire it,while at the same time checking over it for any errant creases. As I gazed in admiration at my uniform T Shirt,I fully realized,that it was my employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer that I had to thank,for my gloriously designed workwear. Oh! They really were,quite beautiful T Shirts.

It was at 2-15 pm. as I was proudly putting on one of my freshly laundered and perfectly pressed ‘Tootsies’ uniform T Shirts,when the most splendid of ideas occurred to me! It was an inventive and ingenious idea,I flattered myself,in self congratulation,that would surely enhance the reputation of ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,for it’s extremely high levels of care and commitment to the foot care of their clients,and that would also,surely,greatly impress and please,through this marvellous example of my very thoughtful and solicitous initiative,my employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer; I would actually go and pick Katie Carter up in my car,from the restaurant,and drive her home! Oh! I was so very pleased with myself,for actually thinking of such a wonderful idea! Well,this just went to show,I thought to myself,with swelling pride and admiration for the seemingly boundless talents of my employers,just how successful and efficacious was Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer’s training and conditioning of me,as my excellent idea surely just went to prove that I was indeed,taking on board their painstaking instruction to the effect,that I should at all times concentrate my attentions upon pleasing our very valued clients,by any and all means,and to never trouble myself,with matters of my own convenience. And I may,for showing such enterprise, even earn myself a special bonus,from Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer, of the kind of bonus that I liked best,of the kind of bonus that had nothing whatsoever, to do with money! So,as I already knew,from Katie Carter’s daughter Collette,the name of the restaurant where she worked,and also that she took the bus to and from work (the fact that had given me this splendid idea in the first place),I left my house,got into my car,and I set off for the restaurant where Katie Carter worked as a waitress,and where her poor,tired and aching feet worked so very very hard,and where they got so very hot and sweaty,and stinky,and smelly,and sore,according to the testimony of someone who should know,and the veracity of who’s claims I had no reason to doubt,her daughter Collette.

Luckily,I arrived at Katie Carter’s place of work,which was ‘The Bay Leaf’ restaurant,just as the waitresses were leaving,and were saying their goodbye’s to each other,and I saw 2 of them walk across the road to a bus stop,while 2 others stayed on the restaurant’s side of the road,where there was another bus stop,near where I was parked. This was a bit of a dilemma. Which of these 4 waitresses was Katie Carter? I was just about to open the car door,to approach the 2 waitresses who were standing at the bus stop outside ‘The Bay Leaf’  restaurant,to make the necessary enquiry,when,through the open window of the car,I heard snatches of their conversation,that froze my actions,as I suddenly became cognizant as to the exciting essence of their dialogue,and I listened to them,thrilled,at hearing such talk,and finding myself in the grip of the same tense excitement,that always characterised these fortunate and wonderful occasions,when I found myself able to eavesdrop on such ‘girls talk’,as I heard then,between those 2 waitresses, ’girls talk’, about their feet!

“Well,it’s all right for you,isn’t it,Katie,going home to your ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,ha ha ha ha!!!!”,laughed a petite,very attractive,spiky blonde haired woman,who I estimated to be in her early 20’s,playfully,and in a tone of amused,though decidedly wistful incredulity,as if she thought,no,was certain,in fact,that her friend and colleague,Katie Carter,had been teasing her deliciously,and pulling her leg,about the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,that Katie had been so enthusiastically extolling the virtues of,and promoting the fantastic merits of,to the other waitresses of ‘The Bay Leaf’  restaurant,at every possible opportunity during their very busy Sunday Lunch service,in the hopes of convincing them to sign up to a ‘Foot Club’ Contract,as it was rather expensive for her,to pay their premium rates,as a Single Member of ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon. Then,still laughing,the petite,very attractive,spiky blonde haired woman,placed her hands upon Katie Carter’s shoulders,for support,and then there was the most musical and magical of sounds,as she clicked the 3 inch heel of her right,black,waitresses pump against the pavement several times,until her bare,rather red and rosy,and tender and sore looking heel popped free,for a moment,and she moaned softly,at the blessed relief,and at the comforting and soothing caress of the cool fresh air,circulating around her hot,and sore and tender bare heel. Then,after a moment,she repeated her temporary relief giving proceedure,with her left pump. This time though,and to my amazed delight,she withdrew completely,her rather dainty,sore and tender looking foot from her left, 3 inch heel,black,waitresses pump,and I watched,mesmerised,and with awe,like a voyeur,amazed at his great good fortune,through the open car window,as the petite,very attractive,spiky blonde haired waitress,used Katie Carter’s shoulders for support,as she blissfully scrunched,and flexed,and wiggled the toes of her dainty,and beautiful little foot,and then she started laughing again,as she blurted out to Katie Carter,as if she couldn’t get the subject out of her mind,and as though admitting,that it had to be said,and,credit,where credit is due,and that yes,she had to hand it to Katie,that it WAS a very fine and hilarious joke,and not only that,but,oh,what an exquisite example,of wishful thinking!, ”Oh,Katie! Ha ha ha ha!!!! Join a ‘Foot Club’ !! Oh,ha ha ha ha!!!! Oh,if only,Katie,if only,in our dreams,Katie,in our dreams!”.

To which Katie Carter responded,with an answering,though rueful smile on her face,”damn,Suzy! I wish I had remembered to bring ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon’s leaflet with me to work today,then you and Jane and Dawn would believe me,Suzy,about their amazing ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,and their fantastic value ‘Foot Club’ Contracts,and then,just think,you too,Suzy,could have been indulging yourself in a ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service today,as well as me!”. “Oh,yeah,Katie,right,sure”,replied Suzy,her disbelieving grin widening even further,still convinced,absolutely,and more than ever that her friend and colleague,Katie,was ‘pulling her chain’,about the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’,and,the more that Katie Carter tried to convince her,the less that Suzy believed her. But,it seemed to me,as I eavesdropped on their ‘girls talk’,that exhilarated me to hear it,as if Suzy was happy enough to play along with Katie’s ‘joke’,for,it was not only a lovely idea,but a wonderful,if impossible fantasy,and,well,after all,you could dream,couldn’t you?

Then,Suzy’s jaw dropped open,in amazed,flabbergasted,and total disbelief,when she saw me get out of my car,and approach them,and Suzy’s eyes were fastened,incredulously,upon my ‘Tootsies’ uniform T Shirt,as I came and stood before them,and as I formally introduced myself. “With your kind permission,ladies,may I introduce myself,to you? I am david,Trainee Pedicurist,and also Mobile Pedicurist,at ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,and,as I have an appointment at 3 pm. today at your home,Miss Katie,to perform ‘Tootsies’ ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service for you,I have taken it upon myself,Miss Katie,in the hope that my offer of such a convenient service might please you,to come here to see if you would like me to drive you home,as I happened to know from your daughter,Miss Collette,that you usually take the bus to and from work,Miss Katie”. As I completed my formal introduction,and the explanation for my presence there,Katie Carter regarded Suzy’s amazed,and dumbstruck features,with the utmost of satisfaction. “Believe me now,then,Suzy?”,she inquired of her footsore friend and colleague,with a great air of smug vindication. To which Suzy replied,in a breathless,and somewhat husky voice,as if this tremendous shock had taken her breath away,”oh,my God! I don’t believe it! So,it really is true,then,after all! I really believed that you were pulling my leg,Katie. I mean,who wouldn’t? Oh,my God!”,repeated Suzy,as she struggled to come to terms,with this new and fantastic reality. When Suzy once again turned her attention to me,and upon my splendid and eye catching ‘Tootsies’ uniform T Shirt,I asked her,helpfully,”would you like a ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon leaflet,Miss Suzy? You could take it home with you,where you could peruse it at your own leisure,and fully acquaint yourself,with all of the many and varied Pedicure Services,that are available to you,including our ‘Foot Club’ Contracts,at ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon”.

Wordlessly,Suzy took from me the leaflet I held out to her,from the ready supply that I always carried with me,for just such a contingency as this. Then,upon taking the ‘Tootsies’ leaflet from me,Suzy woefully lamented to her friend and colleague,”gee whiz,Katie! Oh,I certainly wish now,that I had believed you,and that you and me and the other waitresses had signed up to this ‘Tootsies’ Foot Club’ Contract. My feet are just killing me!”,complained Suzy,with great feeling,as she scrunched her toes tightly,so that the sole of her dainty foot became a profusion of wrinkles,and a glorious,fabulous wonder to behold. Katie Carter responded to her friend,sympathetically,and with the greatest of empathy, “yeah,it’s a real shame,Suzy. Just think of it,you could have come home with me,now,and we could have had david perform ‘Tootsies’ ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,for the both of us,couldn’t we? As it is,I’m paying a ‘King’s Ransom’, to ‘Tootsies’,I’m paying their Premium Rate,because I am not a Member of a ‘Foot Club’. It certainly works out a heck of a lot cheaper,Suzy,with a ‘Foot Club’ Contract,split 4 ways,between us and Jane and Dawn. You know it makes sense,Suzy” “Oh,I know it,Katie,and so do my poor,aching,sore little tootsies! But,that’s not going to help me now,is it? Well,Katie,now that I know that this ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ business is for real,and not pure fantasy,and not just a figment of your imagination,like I thought it was,and like Jane and Dawn thought it was,we can get together with Jane and Dawn tomorrow,and we’ll pop into ‘Tootsies’ before work,and we’ll sign up to a ‘Foot Club’ Contract. But,sheesh,Katie! I wish I had believed you in the first place! My poor,poor feet are really,absolutely,KILLING ME!!”. Then,as if to prove and to emphasize her claim,the 3 inch heels of Suzy’s black,waitresses pumps clicked on the pavement yet again,as if tapping out a Morse Code signal of distress,as she once again switched her weight onto her other foot,after having relieved it,for a moment,and I watched her beautiful,dainty,hot,tired,aching,tender,and sore bare foot,and,her precious little foot seemed to cry out to me,seemed to appeal to me,as though it sensed that the blessed relief for which it craved,was so close at hand,available,and attainable,though my soothing attentions,and comforting ministrations.

So,having the very greatest of sympathy,for Suzy’s footsore affliction,for her painful predicament,I ventured,hesitantly,diffidently,and respectfully,to interrupt the important discussion of the 2 footsore waitresses, “er,excuse me,ladies,and please forgive my rudeness at interrupting your conversation,but,my employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,have given me their authorisation to offer our ‘Tootsies’ ‘Foot Club’ Contracts,to any prospective clients who may express their wish to sign up for them”,I obligingly informed the 2 waitresses,while helpfully producing a ‘Foot Club’  Contract Form from my pocket,to show to them. I continued,respectfully,obligingly,and helpfully, “as you can see,ladies,as it says here,in black and white,and in plain language on the Contract Form,if you were to actually sign it here and now,Miss Katie,on behalf of yourself and your restaurant colleagues,you would not have to pay ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon a ‘King’s Ransom’,at all,as I am empowered to cancel your original Single Member  Premium Rate Contract,and so your new ‘Foot Club’ Contact would actually begin,Miss Katie,as of now,with immediate effect,and so,Miss Katie,you can--------“. There was a final,decisive click,as Suzy eased her sore,tender foot back into her 3 inch heel,black,waitresses pump,and then she furiously snatched the ‘Foot Club’ Contract Form out of my hand,and she shouted at me,in heated exasperation,”why the hell didn’t you say so,in the first place,david? Why have you been letting me suffer like this,when there is no need,and when you could be doing something about it?”. “I’m very sorry,Miss Suzy,I should have mentioned it sooner”. “Yes,you jolly well should have mentioned it sooner,david!”. Then,Suzy,recovering her equanimity,somewhat,perhaps at the highly agreeable thought that,after all,thanks to my having a ‘Foot Club’ Contract Form on me for them to sign,so that they could enjoy the benefits of ‘Foot Club’ Membership,with immediate effect,I would now be performing ‘Tootsies’ ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,on her poor,tired,aching,hot,sore,dainty feet,she enquired of me,sweetly,”gotta pen,david?”.

Upon arriving in my car at Katie Carter’s house,it was Katie’s daughter,Collette,who opened the front door to us,having seen us arrive,when she happened to look through the living room window. Standing beside Collette,was another girl of about the same age,her friend,Mandy Miller. “See,Mandy! Now,do you believe me?”,exclaimed Collette,in triumphant vindication,as if she also,had been having major trouble in having her highly improbable story believed. “This is the wimpy weirdo guy I’ve been telling you about,Mandy,the pathetic footlicker,from ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon!”. “Hello,Miss Collette,it is so very nice to see you again. I do hope you are well,Miss Collette. Hello,Miss Mandy,I am so very happy to make your acquaintance,Miss Mandy”,I cordially and respectfully addressed the 2 young ladies.

Mandy Miller then gave a fair imitation, of Suzy’s astonished expressions and reactions,when for the first time setting her eyes upon my very fetching and attractive ‘Tootsies’ uniform T Shirt,and realizing that the highly unlikely story,or ‘likely story’,that she had been told by her friend,Collette Carter,was,as hard as it was to believe,actually true,after all. Mandy Miller hugged her friend,in a gesture that eloquently conveyed both her apology,and also an unspoken plea for her friend’s forgiveness,for doubting her. “Oh! I am so,so sorry,Collette,for not believing you. But,Collette,you DO have to admit,though,that it WAS kind of hard to believe. I mean, whoever heard of a man making his living,by licking women’s and girls feet,and sucking their toes? I mean,he would have to be some kind of a major jerk off,wouldn’t he?”. Collette smiled indulgently,at her contrite friend,Mandy Miller,indicating that her mistake was an easy one to make,and an equally easy one to forgive. “Come on,Mandy! Lets watch the fun! Lets see the foot licker in action! I’ve been looking forward to seeing this,all week! I mean,seeing my Mum,actually having her hot,steamy,sweaty,stinky,smelly feet licked and sucked,right after her Sunday Lunch shift at the restaurant! I’m telling you,Mandy,this is seriously going to gross us out!”.

The 2 footsore waitresses,Katie and Suzy,were now engaged in a playful and good natured dispute as to who’s need was the greatest,and who’s case the most urgent,and as to which one of them should ‘go first’. In the interest of ‘getting the show on the road’,as soon as possible,rather than debate the issue,they simply arrived at an amicable agreement that,as ‘Tootsies’ ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service was Katies discovery,that she,Katie should ‘go first’. Katie had decided,that the best place for them to indulge themselves,and to experience the pleasures,and the refreshing and recouperative benefits of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,was on the longest of the 2 living room sofas.

Katie Carter,’going first’,and without taking off her 3 inch heel,black,waitresses pumps,lay on her front on the sofa,and she made her head comfortable by resting it on one of the cushions,and with her feet projecting over the arm of the sofa,with her toes pointing to the floor. Then,Katie Carter had no sooner settled herself,when,with a note of impatience in her voice,she said,”well,david,what are you waiting for? Take off my pumps!”. As Suzy,Collette,and Mandy looked on,and viewed the proceedings with rapt attention and avid interest,as they sat on the sofa on the opposite side of the living room,Suzy,alternately dangling her 3 inch heel,black,waitresses pumps,and popping her heel free,and exposing her red and rosy and rather sore looking bare heels,each and every time that she did so,and Collette and Mandy,both of them wearing,though it was Sunday,their long,white cotton school socks,and trainers,I now concentrated my full attention,and prepared to obey the command that I had just been given,by Katie Carter.

I was in the grip of a feeling of incredible reverence,as I got to my knees,at Katie Carter’s 3 inch heel,black,waitresses pump clad feet. The intense power of my emotions,at that moment,shook and staggered me to the very core of my being,as I gazed rapturously,in wonder and in awe, at the scuffed and well worn soles,and at the 3 inch heels,of her black,waitresses pumps,and, as I gravely and reverently,yet at the same time,with almost heart bursting excitement,contemplated,with a strange mixture of gravitas and ecstasy,upon the sheer and vast enormity,of just what I was actually about to do. I was quite overcome,with such mind shattering emotion,and such heart bursting happiness,as I told myself, that my very first assignment,as Mobile Pedicurist for ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,that this incredible,and ‘Landmark’ ambition,was actually about to get under way,and I fervently hoped in my heart,that this would be just the first,of very,very many indeed,of such exciting and glorious assignments.

In the throes of such a violent and ecstatic upheaval of emotions as I felt then,my hands trembled,slightly,as they performed their sacred duties,as,with the greatest of reverence,my hands removed first,Katie Carter’s right,3 inch heel,black,waitresses pump,and then her left pump,from what I now knew,at first hand,as vouched by her daughter Collette,were here hot,sweaty,stinky,sticky,smelly,tired,aching,sore and tender,and very hard working bare feet,and steamy,stinky heat seemed to emanate from them,in almost palpable waves. “Oh! Wow!”,exclaimed Mandy Miller,excitedly,as I breathed in deeply,the pungent and rather ripe aroma,from Katie Carter’s hot and sweaty bare feet,that seemed to envelop my face like an invisible cloud,and as I stared in admiration,at such close range,at her bare soles,freshly out of her 3 inch heel,black,waitresses pumps,and as I experienced Katie Carter’s unique foot scent,that was like a perfume that could not be described,only experienced. “Oh,my,God!”,squealed Mandy,in excited amazement,as I buried my nose deep into Katie Carter’s hot and stinky toes,and I sniffed audibly,and I inhaled deeply,of her intoxicating foot odour.

Then,it was Collette,who issued a high pitched squeal,that was almost a horrified scream,and that articulated her sense of distaste,and also the fact of her sensibilities being not only offended,but grievously outraged,as I began my performance of the highly acclaimed ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,and as I applied such suction and energy to the sacred cause,as can only be generated by the power of great and fanatical enthusiasm,and as I sucked,one by one,on the toes of her Mother,Katie Carter’s right foot,first,the way that Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer had trained me,then,I licked thoroughly,between her toes,before proceeding up her footscape,towards her very sore and tender looking heel. “Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!”,squealed Collette,appalled,and revolted,by what she was witnessing, “he’s actually doing it! I can’t believe it! The pathetic little excuse of a man is actually licking and sucking my Mum’s sweaty,stinky feet! I told you,Mandy! Didn’t I tell you,Mandy? That it would seriously gross us out?”. To which Mandy replied,almost breathlessly,and with a very different kind of emotion,”it’s not grossing ME out,Collette! No way! I think it’s awesome!”.

Just then,I had reached Katie Carter’s right heel,and,as per the regulatory provisions of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,I opened my mouth wide,as wide as was necessary,to accommodate the whole of the bottom of Katie Carter’s right heel,to finish the service to her right foot,with the regulation 5 minute ‘Heel Suck’,when suddenly,the door to the living room burst open,and an alarmed male voice exclaimed, ”hey! What was all that screaming about? What’s going on?”. As the living room door was beyond the other end of the sofa upon which I was at that very moment performing ‘Tootsies’ ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service for his wife,and as I sucked energetically and industriously,upon the heel that was so splendidly accommodated in my wide open,and receptive and welcoming mouth,the man’s own mouth,upon seeing me,and upon realizing,just exactly what it was that I was doing to his wife’s foot,fell open,comically,in an incredulous,amazed,speechless,and stupefied gawp,until Katie Carter,his wife,replied to his outburst in a dreamy voice,that conveyed to the listener,her pure pleasure,and her blessed bliss,and her ineffable satisfaction,which spoke volumes for the merits of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,the service that at that moment she was experiencing for the very first time,but that would,from that day on,become a much looked forward to,and eagerly anticipated regular experience,under the terms of the Contract,for her ‘Tootsies’ ‘Foot Club’ Membership.

“What’s going on,Colin,what’s going on? What’s going on,Colin,what’s going on,is what SHOULD be going on,Colin,every day,when I get home,from working on my feet all day,at ‘The Bay Leaf’. What’s going on,Colin,is what YOU,Colin,is what YOU,should be doing for me,every day,when I come home,from working at the restaurant,when my feet are killing me,Colin”. In reply to his wife’s statement,and her explanation as to the nature of the current state of affairs,Colin Carter,alarmed once again,but this time very much more so,and for a very different reason,muttered,defensively,and evasively,and worriedly,”um…er…um..er..well,…um..er…well,as I can see,that dinner isn’t ready,yet,I’ll go and take the dog for a walk,shall I?”.

Then,my excitement heightened even more,as,next,it was Suzy who occupied the sofa,and it was Suzy’s 3 inch heel,black,waitresses pump clad feet,that I gazed at,as they projected over the arm of the sofa,and my heart thrilled,as,with the greatest of difficulty,I managed to control my eagerness,as I reverently removed her pumps,and my excitement then hit fever pitch,as the bare soles of Suzy’s beautiful feet were revealed,and as I then buried my nose deeply into her toes,and I sniffed and smelled and breathed in,her wonderful and amazing foot aroma,as her toes played with my nose,clenching,and unclenching. Then,at the awesome,and incredibly exciting sight of Suzy’s precious bare feet,projecting over the arm of the sofa that was serving as a Pedicure Treatment Table,at the sight of her beautiful,sexy,dainty feet,along with my knowledge that her sore and tender feet were in the most dire need of my ‘specialist’ foot care attentions and ministrations,to apply huge and lavish measures of T. L. C. in generous,massive,and overwhelming doses,to relieve their aches,tiredness,tenderness,and soreness,I lost my discipline,and I got carried away,and,though I tried,I failed miserably and hopelessly,to regain even a semblance of control over myself,and I could not stop myself,from doing just what I longed to do,and from what I had to do,and nothing was going to stop me,from pressing my humble,slavish lips,against the soles of Suzy’s lovely,and desperately needful bare feet,in worshipful,and adoring kisses,before starting my performance of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,for her,on her tender tootsies,and on her sore soles,and on her hot and hurting heels. Suzy,upon receiving my tender and soothing and adoring kisses,cooed,in blissful pleasure,”oh,I so like that! It’s very soothing,so relaxing,and just so,well,so nice. No one has ever kissed my feet before. Oh! It’s heavenly! I love it!”. Then,Suzy asked me,with sudden curiosity,”are you supposed to be doing that,david?”.

At Suzy’s unexpected question,I found myself in a fitful and a fearful panic,and,in reply,I blustered,”oh,no,Miss Suzy,I am not! I couldn’t help it,I just got carried away for a moment,Miss Suzy,with the amazing beauty of your perfect feet,because I so love them! Oh! Please,Miss Suzy,I beg you,please don’t tell my employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,or they might fire me,for Gross Misconduct,and I couldn’t bear to lose my wonderful job,and never again be allowed to serve,and to perform my humble,and sacred duties,for lovely ladies like yourself,Miss Suzy”. In response,Suzy lifted her head from the cushion on the sofa,to look back at me,and she said,”ok,david,here’s the deal. When you report to all of the waitresses in our ‘Foot Club’,you will perform the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service for us,for double time,that is to say,for 1 full hour,instead of the regulation 30 minutes. On the occasions that you are not able to serve any of us for 1 full hour,because you have been booked out on other assignments,it will be up to you,david,to let us know,on our mobile phone numbers,when you will be available to us,so that we can then arrange for you to make up for the shortfall. And,david,if you agree,not only will we keep your naughty little secret safe for you,but,I’ll let you kiss my feet,too,because I like it,and probably,so will the other waitresses too,or I’ll be very surprised. Not only,does it feel nice,but it’s also nice,to be shown a little respect for a change,too. Well,david,are we agreed,then?”. Well,I thought to myself,how could things just keep getting better and better,like this,and I just could not believe my incredible luck,at Suzy’s amazing proposal. “Yes,Miss Suzy,I agree to your terms. It shall be exactly as you wish,and I shall do exactly as you say,Miss Suzy”,I replied,compliantly.

On the other sofa in the living room,where Katie,Collette,and Mandy were sitting,from where they watched the proceedings taking place on the sofa opposite them,where I was performing the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service for Suzy,on her bare,hard working,waitress’s feet,Collette remarked to her Mother,in a tone that had an undercurrent of anger,and distaste,and of offended morals,that a man could so demean himself in this way. “Oh,my God! Gross Misconduct,is right! Mum,it makes me feel very angry,to see a man behave like this. How can a man let you do all of that horrible stuff to him,and even like it,like david does?”. At Collette’s precious gem of a question,her Mother emitted a high pitched squeal,of delighted and amused laughter,at her daughter’s quaint naivety, laughter,that resounded and resonated in my soul,almost as if there was some kind of antenna there,and as if there was some kind of a receiver there,and as if that receiver was tuned in to a certain,special frequency,a certain,special frequency,that received incoming signals of derision,ridicule,and humiliation,such signals,as I received then,loud and clear,as broadcasted from Katie Carter’s transmitter. “Ha ha ha ha!!!! Oh,my precious pumpkin! Whatever are you talking about? david is not a MAN,darling! Well,not a real man,anyway,in the proper,and true sense of the word. Can’t you see that,sweetheart? david is not LETTING us do all of this horrible stuff to him,sweetie,he actually WANTS to do it,for us. Don’t you,david?”.

I had to drag my adoring and worshipful lips away from Suzy’s precious,pretty,bare right foot,in order to properly and respectfully address Katie Carter,and to reply to her question. “Yes,Miss Katie,I do want to do it for you,I want to serve you,and I want to serve all of the clients of ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon. I want to do it,more than anything else in the whole wide world,Miss Katie. My employers,Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,are very clever,and they explained it all to me. They said that I am ‘a natural’,and that I have a ‘special talent’,that they call an ‘aptitude’,for this kind of employment,that they also call a ‘special disposition’. They told me they were very happy to discover my ‘special disposition’ ,so that they could ‘tap in’ to it,and ‘harness’ it,so that they could guide me,to save me from wasting my natural talent,and from living a useless and unfulfilled existence,in some other profession,and so that they could tutor me,to ensure that my ‘gift’ was carefully nurtured,to produce a maximum profit, and they told me,Miss Katie,that they are very lucky to have me working for them,and they said that it is not every day,that they are fortunate enough to find someone like me,with what they call my ‘particular field of expertise’,that is so perfectly well suited to the nature of the ‘special services’,that they call being ‘uniquely qualified’,to perform those ‘special services’,that are available to the clients of their Pedicure Salon”.

In response to what was,for me,an unusually long speech,as Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer had cautioned me and impressed upon me,the importance of keeping my replies to questions asked of me by their clients,as short and as concise and as to the point as possible,for,they had informed me,gravely,their clients do not wish to be troubled and bothered,by the inane and inconsequential prattlings and ramblings of their foot servant,Katie Carter said,sagely,”yes,david,it is easy to see why you are such a valuable and valued asset to your employers. Do you think,david,that you might be able to arrange it with your employers,that,under the terms of our new ‘Tootsies’ ‘Foot Club’ Contract,we would like you to perform the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service for us,on the first Saturday of each month,at 3 pm.,for the other 2 waitresses,Dawn and Jane,and,on the first Sunday of each month,also at 3 pm,for myself and Suzy. Do you think you can arrange that with your employers for us,david?”. “Yes,certainly,Miss Katie. I know that those dates and times are still available,and I am sure that you can consider it done,and officially booked,since I will inform my employers of your wishes,first thing on Monday morning,tomorrow,that is,Miss Katie. As you found today’s arrangement suitable and convenient to you,that is,my picking up yourself and Miss Suzy from ‘The Bay Leaf’ restaurant,would you like me to make that the regular arrangement,Miss Katie?”,I enquired,obligingly. “Yes,david,I would. We would find that extremely convenient,in fact,since none of us drive to work. When you pick Jane and Dawn up,they will direct you,as to which of their homes they would like you to take them to,for you to perform the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service for them both,david”. “Thankyou,Miss Katie,I am very happy to be of service,and I would be very happy,also,if the other waitress would allow me to drive her home afterwards,too,and also,if Miss Suzy will also allow me to drive her home,after I have performed my present duties,to her satisfaction,here,Miss Katie”. “david,when I ring ‘Tootsies’ tomorrow Lunch Time,to confirm our arrangements with your employers,I am going to put in a very special,good word for you. But,for now,I rather think that you are neglecting Suzy’s feet,aren’t you,david?”. in the next instant,Suzy squealed,happily,in delighted pleasure,as she felt my tongue return to it’s sacred duties,with renewed vigour and enthusiasm,energetically and efficiently,upon the soles of her hot.tired,aching,sore and tender,and needful bare feet.

Just as Katie and Suzy were saying goodbye,before I was to drive Suzy home,suddenly and unexpectedly,and right out of the blue,Mandy Miller’s excitement,which had been simmering,now bubbled up and burst through the surface,as she blurted out,excitedly and urgently,as if deciding on the spur of the moment,of the last moment,after having plucked up sufficient courage,to make the request of her desire,that there was an opportunity here,for her,an exciting,thrilling opportunity,that she did not want to miss out on,and that she was now determined,that she would NOT miss out on,and that she would satisfy these new and strange cravings and desires,that she had felt bubbling up within her,as she had watched my performances of the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service. “Wait!”,Mandy Miller almost yelled,to forestall my exit from Katie Carter’s house,which now seemed to her would be like a disastrous escape,of me slipping through her fingers. Then,having got our full attention,Mandy went on,and dropped her bombshell, ”Katie,before david drives Suzy home,can I make him smell my socks?”.

Before Katie could reply,to Mandy’s unexpected,and startling,impromptu request,her incredulous and horrified daughter,Collette,for whom Mandy’s bombshell had exploded with a devastating and treacherous blast,got in first. “Mandy! You can not be serious! You are not serious,are you,Mandy? Please,Mandy,tell me you are joking! Tell me you don’t mean it,Mandy!”,yelled Collette,in her highly indignant outrage. But,Mandy ignored Collette’s pleas,and she stared,fixedly,at Katie,as though with bated breath,as she waited for her decision,in the hopes of receiving ‘the nod’,of receiving the ‘thumbs up’,from Katie. As the silent seconds dragged on,I felt a sudden tension now,in the living room,as I remained standing,still and silent,and ready to receive and respond to any instructions as may be issued to me. Then,after about 30 seconds of this expectant tension,Katie,fully aware of my silent acquiescence, made her decision,and replied to Mandy’s request,”go ahead then,Mandy. Tell david what you want him to do for you. Give him your commands”.

Collette,upon hearing her Mother’s reply,was flabbergasted,and shocked speechless,and she could only watch,in silent,horrified fascination,as her friend,Mandy,addressed me directly,and in a brassy,bratty,and bullying manner,that Collette had never seen in her friend before,and in a voice that carried an authority,that she had never heard in her friend before. “david! Come here,and get on your knees,at my feet!”. “Yes,Miss Mandy”,I replied,subserviently,as I obeyed her command. Collette cried,angrily,”I don’t believe this!”.To me, Mandy said,”david,take my trainers off. Now,david!”. “Yes,Miss Mandy”,I replied,as I untied the laces of her trainers,and while I did so,Collette mimicked me,in a humiliating parody – “YES,MISS MANDY! YES,MISS MANDY! YES,MISS MANDY!”. Then,as soon as I had removed both of Mandy’s trainers from her white socked feet,Collette said,”I don’t believe this,Mandy! It’s not happening!”. Mandy looked at Collette,and she assured her friend,”oh,it’s happening,Collette,it’s happening”.

Then,Mandy’s face was a sight to behold,and it was a face that Collette barely recognised,and,it seemed to me,as I looked into the face of the girl of who’s power Katie Carter had just delivered me into,that her face seemed to express a rapturous delight,a blissful pleasure,and the knowledge of a new found,and welcome power,and then the bright,sparkling lights of ecstasy shone from her eyes,as she looked directly and triumphantly into my own eyes,as I knelt before her,at her feet. Then,slowly,and leisurely,as though in the knowledge that this was something special, something that could only happen once,and that this was her ‘first time’,like losing her ‘foot virginity’,and therefore the experience should be savoured,and not rushed,Mandy raised her left,white socked foot to my waiting face,looking directly into my eyes,all the time,as she softly and gently covered my mouth,with the warm and moist toes of her left,white socked foot,and pressing them to my lips. Then,Mandy slowly raised her right,white socked foot,and she held it steady,and very close to my face,as if to show me,and to allow me to study her foot,so that I would know her foot,and so that I should see and know,the grey and moist areas of her socks,at her heels,and at the balls of her feet,and all around the area of her toes,as she never,for even a moment,took her eyes away from my own eyes,for,this was an experience,a sublime and precious moment,that she could only ever experience once,which was the first time that she had ever commanded someone,to smell her feet. Mandy,slowly,and carefully,and with her eyes riveted to mine,so that she could see,and so that she could experience,and so that she could enjoy,and revel in,and savour to the max,this golden moment,she gently,but firmly,and seeming to choose her moment,with great care,as she gently placed the warm,moist toes of her right,white socked foot,over my nostrils,and,in that moment,her eyes positively glittered,it seemed to me,in an all consuming,triumphant glee,as she then issued her command to me,in a voice that her friend,Collette,hardly recognised, for it was a voice,that was now invested with a supremely confident,and undeniable authority, “david. Smell! My! Feet!”

Collette exclaimed again,in her highly indignant and moral outrage,”I don’t believe this! It’s not happening!”. But,as Mandy had assured her,it WAS happening,and,I never took my eyes from Mandy’s eyes,my eyes remained fixed,and they remained focused,and they remained glued to hers,because I knew,instinctively,and without being told,that it was what Mandy wanted. Mandy wanted to look into my eyes,because she wanted to see,and she wanted to feel,and she wanted to know,everything that there was to know,about this,about this golden moment of her victory,and about the superlative moment of her conquest,and she wanted to look into my eyes,because she knew that to look into my eyes,in this,her golden moment,was to look into my mind,and to look into my heart,and to look into my soul,and to know the truth of my feelings,when they were laid bare,and when there was nowhere for them to hide,as I sniffed and smelled and felt,her warm,moist,white socked toes,obediently,and audibly. I could only breathe through my nose,and I could feel her toes,through the cotton filter of her long white sock,scrunching,and flexing,and splaying,and all that I could think about,as I gazed into Mandy’s triumphant and ecstatic and glittering eyes,was the amazing feel of the toes of her left,white socked foot,on my mouth,and pressing my lips closed,and the feel of the pressure of the toes of her right,white socked foot,covering my nostrils,and of the slightly pungent,slightly tart and vinegary aroma,that I sniffed and smelled,and breathed into my lungs,and into my brain,through the warm and moist,slightly stinky,white socked toes,and also,I thought about my humble,yet glorious submission,to Mandy’s will,and to her desires. Then,and as quick as a flash,as though she could not bear to remove her feet from my face,even for a single moment,Mandy switched her feet,and her eyes sparkled,as she commanded me,in a voice that had now taken on even more of a dominating,and arrogant,and harsh,demanding stridency, “that’s right,david! Yes,I know! I know you love my feet,david! Smell my feet,david! Keep on smelling my feet! Don’t you dare,to stop sniffing my feet,david! And,yes,that’s right,look at me! I want to look into your eyes,while you smell my feet! So that I can see what you are thinking! You can’t hide your thoughts,and you can’t hide your feelings,from ME,david!”.

Now,Mandy’s demonstration of her dominating,domineering,and commanding authority over me,was more than Collette’s outraged morals could stand,and now,it was Collette,who was feverishly untying her trainers,and quickly pulling them off,and I then immediately felt Collette’s own,hot,sweaty,steamy,stinky,smelly,white socked feet,challenging Mandy’s feet,for ‘pole position’,and for ‘pride of place’,over my mouth and nose,and Mandy then gave way to Collette,happy to see her friend ‘come aboard’, in the mistaken belief,that Collette had finally ‘come around’,and that she now wanted to join the fun,and Mandy contented herself,with rubbing and wiping her warm,moist,white socked feet,on the rest of my face,and on my neck,and on my head,and she laughed,happily,at her fabulous success,in losing her ‘foot virginity’,so gloriously,and she watched her friend,Collette,thinking that she was making up for lost time,and with a vengeance,and I heard Katie and Suzy laughing delightedly,also,at this splendid amusement,for,they understood,what Mandy did not,and,it was just then,at that very moment,that Katie’s husband,Colin Carter,chose to return to the living room,thinking that dinner might be ready,by now,and so he was just in time to bear witness to his daughter,Collette’s furious tirade,against her outraged,and grievously affronted moral sentiments,as her vitriol now exploded,from her hot and angry mouth,like erupting,red hot lava,that has been steadily building up,and that has now reached a point at which it can no longer be contained,and I now felt the heat of Collette’s fury and outrage,as she yelled at me,at the top of her voice.

“That’s right,david! Sniff my smelly feet! Smell my stinky feet! Do what you do best! You are not a man! Are you? No,you are not a man,not a man,at all,you are no kind of a man! No,david,you are a miserable,pathetic,foot smelling,foot sniffing,foot kissing,foot licking,foot loving,toe sucking,little worm! But,no,david! You are not even a worm,are you? A worm has more pride,than you,david,and it has more sense than you,too,because it doesn’t want to get under someone’s feet,the way that you do,david. So,you are even more stupid than a worm! Aren’t you,david? Aren’t you?”,yelled Collette,furiously. “Yes,Miss Collette”,I replied,in confirmation. “Lie on your back,david!”,ordered Collette. “If you are going to behave like a doormat,david,I am going to treat you like a doormat!”,Collette informed me. As soon as I was lying on my back,on the floor beside the sofa,Collette stepped onto my chest,and she then cordially invited her friend,Mandy,”come on,Mandy! Jump aboard!”. A moment later,I was taken by surprise,as Mandy took Collette’s invitation literally,and she jumped off the sofa,right onto me,expelling the air from my body,with a great,and shocked “whoosh!”. Then,as they walked up and down my body,they stomped me with their heels,and they took turns,at standing with their full weight,on my face.

“See,Mandy!”, shrieked Collette. “I told you,didn’t I? He’s not even as clever as a worm! Is he,Mandy? He behaves just like a doormat, doesn’t he? He hasn’t even got the sense,to get out from under our feet,when we are walking all over him,and stomping him,and even standing with all of our weight,right on his stupid face! He makes me sick!” Then,Collette delivered a final, and devastating heel stomp,that,even though I knew it was coming,winded me all over again,and she then proceeded to disgustedly peel off her long white socks,and she then contemptuously dropped them,one by one, down onto my upturned face,before storming out of the living room,barefoot,and without another word. Then,Mandy followed her friend’s fine example,and she also peeled off her long white socks,and then she also dropped them,one by one,onto my upturned face,but with an altogether different expression on her face,of happy dominance,and powerful superiority,and she then cupped my nose in her now bare toes,for one final sniff,before she too,without another word,left the living room,barefoot,to catch up with her friend,Collette.

After beholding the astonishing tableau that he had stumbled in upon,and at which he had stood,immobile,as he witnessed the events that he had inadvertently walked in on,Katie’s husband,Colin Carter,turned abruptly on his heel,and was just barely heard to mutter,as though under his breath,as he once again left the house with the dog,for another walk in the park,”oh,dinner is still not ready,yet,then”. Katie picked up Collette and Mandy’s discarded warm,moist,pungent,slightly stinky,slightly tart and vinegary,pairs of long, white cotton, school socks,and she put them into my pockets,and she said to me, “here you are,david. Here’s a couple of souvenirs for you,to remember your first visit here”. “Oh! Miss Katie! I don’t know what to say! Thankyou,thankyou!”. Oh! This was treasure,indeed!

Then,finally,it was time to drive Suzy home. As Suzy was a valued and esteemed client of ‘Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon,I acted as respectful and helpful chauffeur,to my V.I.P. passenger,and I opened the front passenger door for her,as she wished to sit in the front of the car,and then I closed it after her,once she was seated. Then,when I let myself into the drivers seat,I got a thrilling little surprise,when I saw that Suzy had kicked off her 3 inch heel,black,waitresses pumps,but also,that she had propped up her beautiful,dainty bare feet,up on top of the dash. Suzy did not miss my look of excitement,and desire,and yearning,and she laughed at me,in wonder, “have you still not had enough,david,even after what just happened,with Collette and Mandy?”. “No,Miss Suzy. It’s very hard to explain,but,the worse that Miss Collette and Miss Mandy behaved towards me,the better I liked it. I felt a very great happiness wash over me. I am sorry that I offended Miss Collette,but at the same time,I was very excited,when she punished me”. At my statement,Suzy looked at me askance,but she said nothing,as she shook her head in wonder,as she flexed and wiggled and scrunched her toes over the dash. Then,Suzy voiced her wondrous musings aloud,”well,well,well,who would have believed it? Certainly not me! So,Katie had been telling me the truth,after all,about the ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service,and now,I have actually experienced it for myself, haven’t I,david?”. “Yes,Miss Suzy”,I acknowledged her. “david?”. “Yes,Miss Suzy?”,I asked. “Stop looking at my feet,when you are driving”. “Yes,Miss Suzy”,I said.

Then,about 5 minutes later,as we were driving along to Suzy’s home,there occurred the most amazing of coincidences,when,who should happen to be walking along the pavement towards us,but my girlfriend,Debbie,and her Mother,Doris. As we drew nearer to them,it became apparent that Doris had recognised my car approaching them,and she was tugging on Debbie’s sleeve,to draw her attention, and to apprise her of the fortuitous fact that I was approaching,no doubt with the intention of flagging me down,to take advantage of their good fortune,and to prevail upon me to give them a lift,and to transport them to their destination,with the greatest possible convenience. Suzy noticed the expression on my face,change from one of a complacent contentment,to one of concerned disquiet,as I regarded the 2 approaching women,with apparent recognition,and then as one of them,Doris,held up her her arm in the universal and unmistakable command,to STOP!,with all of the authority (and then some!) of a Police Traffic Controller. Then Suzy,who was regarding the 2 women with interest,saw incredulity and amazement, and then outrage, become plain to see,on the faces of the 2 female pedestrians,as firstly,they became aware that,not only was my car showing no signs of slowing down,and secondly,they saw that I had a petite,very attractive,spiky blonde haired,female passenger,and thirdly,that my petite,very attractive,spiky blonde haired,female passenger,actually had her bare feet,brazenly propped up on the dash. Well! The expressions,as I drove on,with no abatement of speed,on Debbie and Doris ’s shocked,and disbelieving faces!

“Do you know them,david?”,asked Suzy,with great inerest. “Yes,Miss Suzy. They are my fiancée,Debbie,and her Mother,Doris”. “Oh oh,seems like you are going to have a bit of explaining to do,david”. “Yes,Miss Suzy”,I replied,in succinct agreement. Suzy said,”I don’t mean to be rude,david,but your future Mother in Law looks like a bit of a battle axe”. “Oh,you don’t know the half of it,Miss Suzy! But,having said that,I am actually very fond of Doris ”. “Does your girlfriend,sorry,fiancée,know about your….about your…..” , “about my foot fetish,Miss Suzy?”. “Yes,david,about your foot fetish”,agreed Suzy. “Yes,Miss Suzy. Debbie knows all about it,and she wants me to get some counselling for it,to cure me. I mean,it’s not as if she can enjoy the benefits of even a simple foot massage herself,as her feet are far too sensitive”. “I bet you have to be very careful,don’t you,david,in case her Mother finds out about it?”,probed Suzy,with a growing sense of intrigue. “Oh, Doris knows all about it too,Miss Suzy. In fact,she has gotten quite used to me massaging her feet for her,most days now,and she is in favour of me working at ‘Tootsies’,as a Trainee Pedicurist,and also of me ‘working all of the hours God sends’,as she puts it,with my Mobile Pedicure assignments. Doris says that it is my best hope of a cure,to have ‘too much of a good thing’,so to speak. Though,to be honest,Miss Suzy,I don’t believe that Doris wants me to be cured,at all. I think she loves the idea of me serving at the feet of women,too much. Especially her own feet. Not that I mind,oh,no! Doris has got very lovely feet,and I love massaging them for her. I would love to kiss her feet,too,I dream of kissing them,but I  won’t dare,I am too frightened to,Miss Suzy. I think that Doris would absolutely love me to kiss her feet,when I am on my knees,massaging them,I think it would be the icing on the cake,for her. But,I think that Debbie would go absolutely crazy,if she caught me kissing her Mother’s feet,Miss Suzy”.

 “Do you know,david,I am absolutely amazed and fascinated by all this! Just this morning,I had no idea that there were men out there,that like women’s feet,but now,I know different! How did you get your job at ‘Tootsies’,in the first place,david?”,pressed Suzy,her interest by now,well and truly piqued. In moments,the car was filled with the rich,musical sound,of Suzy’s amused and delighted laughter,as I related to her the story of how I spied on  ‘The Barstool Blondes’, on Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer’s dirty bare feet,as they perched upon their barstools at the Pub,with their flip flops unemployed, under their barstools,and as I sat behind them at a table with Debbie,and how,when their friend,the barmaid,Joan, caught me and informed on me,Miss Sharon gave my face a stinging,eye watering slap,that I can still almost feel,even now,and how Miss Jennifer picked up my still full pint of lager,and how she slowly and carefully poured it over my head,and how we left the Pub,humiliated,and to the derisive,ridiculing,and raucous laughter,of the inebriated Pub goers. And Suzy continued to laugh,unabated,as I told her all about my going back to the Pub,to apologise to them,and how I ended up going back to Joan’s house,along with Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,and how I worshipped their feet,and how I was then finally offered a job,by Miss Sharon and Miss Jennifer,as their Trainee Pedicurist,at their Pedicure Salon. I thought it prudent,though,to avoid any mention of ‘The Mirror’,in case Suzy might think that there was something odd,about me.

When I pulled to the kerb,at Suzy’s house,she was reaching under her seat,for her 3 inch heel,black,waitresses pumps,when I said to her,diffidently,”er,Miss Suzy,I know I shouldn’t say,really,and,er,I would get into awful trouble,if you told my employers,maybe even fired,but,er,Miss Suzy,er-----“ “What,david? Come on,I won’t tell on you,I promise! I mean,I am not going to put my ‘Luxury Foot Bath’ service at risk,am I now,david?” “Well,Miss Suzy,I can’t help noticing,that your poor heels still look a bit red and sore. The thing is,Miss Suzy,’Tootsies’ Pedicure Salon will be offering a brand new service,as from tomorrow,called the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’,where I will concentrate my attentions,on the specific problem areas of the feet,as directed by the clients themselves,er,such as the heels,for instance,Miss Suzy. In fact, I’ve got a ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ assignment tomorrow evening,for a Mrs. Martha McArthur,and her friends,at her home. Anyway,Miss Suzy,the thing is,I was wondering,if you might be interested in,er,if you might be interested in,er-----“ “Come on,david! Spit it out! Would I be interested in what,for goodness sake?”. “A free trial,Miss Suzy! Would you like a free trial,of the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service?”. “What!”,exclaimed Suzy. “Oh! david! You naughty,naughty……” “Oh,I am so,so sorry,Miss Suzy,I’ll be on my way,then,I’ll….” “You will NOT be on your way,david! Don’t you dare! Oh! Just wait until I tell Katie and Jane and Dawn about this,tomorrow,at the restaurant! Come on,david,into the house,quickly! I accept your offer of a free trial of the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service,and you are going to spend the next hour,david,sucking on my poor,tired,aching,sore heels,for me. Well,come on then,david! What are you waiting for? Have you changed your mind?”,asked Suzy,with a note of urgency,in her voice,as she got out of the car,and made her way to her front door. “I’m coming,Miss Suzy! I’ll be right there!”,I called after her,as I locked the car,and betraying a note of urgency,in my own voice,too.

Suffice it to say,that Suzy’s ‘free trial’ of ‘Tootsies’ brand new service,which was only to be officially unveiled and available from tomorrow, Monday,of the ‘Luxury Foot Soak’ service,was a resounding,and brilliant success,and,I was a very happy chappie,indeed,as I drove home,afterwards,with happy thoughts of Suzy’s lovely heels,and with my treasures in my pockets. My treasures,which were the souvenirs given to me,by Katie Carter,to remember my first visit to her house,of Collette Carter’s,and Mandy Miller’s pairs of slightly pungent,slightly stinky,and very lovely and very wonderful,long,white cotton socks. Oh,yes! This was treasure,treasure indeed! And,I thought to myself,as I finally drove homeward,when I got home,I would put those treasures inside my pillow case,where they might sweeten my dreams.

THE MIRROR continues,in Part 9.