I was at the libarary the other day. A professionally dressed woman caught my eye. She wore a leather trench sytle coat with black heels and nylons. She had been playing with her heels while looking at the computer directory for a book. She went to the book section. I noticed she had removed her shoes as she was looking for books. She smiled at me as I walked by. She kneeled on the floor her soles sticking out. So I pretended to look at the shelf behind her and put my hand down for balance. I then tickled her sole gently and quickly acting like it was an accident as I was moving. She wiggled her feet slightly and commented "this must be the humor section or my sensitive feet are being attacked. Either is cool."
to be continued
to be continued
