The girl with the blonde ponytail, high-top sneakers and white socks is the almost perfect customer-mistress, for the following reasons: · She has the right attitude towards me, effectively ignoring me as she chatters away in some East European language on her phone even as she arrogantly presents her outstretched foot to me for kissing (in the absence of any verbal orders from her to the contrary I am obliged, by law, to assume that the customer merely wishes her feet to be kissed, since that is my default position as an ‘ornamental footkisser’) · Her nominally white sneakers are suitably street-soiled and dirty, with lots of ingrained dirt. They could certainly do with a good tongue-cleaning, but, like I said above, in the absence of an explicit female order to that effect I am forbidden to lick · Her socks, by way of contrast, look clean and snowy-white, though it’s now early evening and I expect they have been on her feet all day, inside these very same scruffy, h