My Sole Focal Point
A jaunty Ms Mukta madam mockingly asks me if I have missed seeing her SPOTTY SOCKS over the past few days? She kindly explains that she was away on a city break with her beloved husband, magnificent master Simon sir. I thank regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam for her kind question and humbly confirm that I have indeed been yearning to see her fabulous SPOTTY SOCKS again, as her SOCKS are my life, madam? (Mind you, I say that to all my customers about their SOCKS. I'm fickle like that!) Ms Mukta laughs at me, but, being the sweeet and kind-hearted young woman that she is, indulges me with a close-up view of her SPOTTY SOCKS by stretching forth her RIGHT FOOT in front of my face so that I might kiss-respect her outstretched SNEAKER-TOE. Regular customer Ms Mukta madam mockingly asking me if I have missed her SPOTTY SOCKS? She knows full well that I have, since her SOCKS are my life! Nevertheless, I must go through the motions of verbally confirming my slavish adoration for her ...