my Female friend and i celebrated at a nice hotel bar.
A smart conversationalist, she regaled me with stories of travel and the people she met, some quite adventurous.
We were relaxed, it was late, we were in her place.
She excused herself to the loo.
She had taken her shoes off, i couldn't resist touching them, rubbing my cheek against them, imagining Her being so close.
When She returned, She was smiling.
i knew She had seen me.
She sat and flexed her toes, stretching-out some of the tightness of the moist nylon.
Come here, shoeboy, she said, Come here and serve a purpose.
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