First Customer of a New Day
After a lonely, stiff-necked night of fitful sleep, the dumb ornamental restroom-footkisser is kissing his first feet of a new day, and it must be shaping up to be a scorcher outside, as his inaugural customer is wearing shorts and a pair of flip flops on her bare, pedicured feet.
Note how the fool buries his nose in the mistress’s toe cleavage as he kisses each pedicured toe in turn. This is so that he can immerse himself in the customer’s individual foot-aroma as he tastes each dainty, feminine toenail. It is, you see, a bit of a rare treat for him to be so close up and personal to a lady’s bare foot flesh with all its natural imperfections, including areas of hard skin and prominent veins.
Be that as it may, the customer-mistress is still perfect compared to him, which is why she can walk away from him with a justifiably smug grin on her pretty face as she heads off for some fun in the sun, leaving the ornamental footfool behind in the solitary shade of the dirty restroom. No doubt if his neck wasn’t so stiff he would be following her cracked heels with his lowly eyes, but as it is he is compelled just to look down at the ground where her glorious flip flop has been, and to contemplate any residual dirt left by the sole of her superior summer sandal.