Sweet & Kind - But Not My Friend





































‘How has your day been, slave? Have you seen lot of nice patterns and creases in your customers’ socks?’

‘Oh yes, mistress Mukta madam, thanking you kindly, madam!’

‘So, what were the best socks you have seen all day, slave?’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, this pathetic slave was indeed most enamoured by a pair of black and white, cloud-themed bootsocks worn by a beautiful black customer-mistress, in the late part of the afternoon, mistress, after she had finished work, if you would be so kind and understanding, mistress?’

‘Ha! Ha! I’ll bet those socks were sweaty inside her boots if they’d been on her feet all day, slave! A bit like my socks – they are all damp and sweaty as I haven’t taken my sneakers off all day! What do you think of my socks, slave?’

‘Oh pray, mistress, if it pleases you customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam, this slave meant to say that, asidefrom your socks, the best socks he had seen all day were the sweaty, black and white cloud-themed socks of one of his other customer-mistresses, but that yourplain grey, diamond-patterned socks are truly the most magnificent socks he has seen all day, madam. Oh pray, mistress, oh pray! Nothing can ever compare to the beauty of your socks, miss Mukta. For they are the socks of a goddess, mistress! Thank you for hitching up your jean hem and showing them to me, mistress, whilst I am kissing your feet, for not all my customers are so kind and considerate, madam, if you would be so kind and understanding to a lowly slave at your mercy, miss?’

‘Ha! Ha! I’m glad you like my socks, slave. They were a present from my husband, master Simon sir. I’ll let him know you appreciate my socks, and maybe next time he accompanies me into town you can kiss his feet too, and praise and bless him for choosing such a nice pair of socks for my feet?’

‘Oh pray, mistress! Oh joy! Truly that would be an honour for such an humble public footservant such as myself, madam! God bless you, madam! And God bless master Simon sir!’

And with that, sweet and kind customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam turns and leaves me to rot in my inner city wall. She is such a sweet and kind customer-mistress, always happy to have a chat with me about things which concern me – such as my customers’ socks. But she is not my friend, and must leave me behind in the dirt as she gets on with her superior life. For I am fit only to taste where she has been walking – and she knows it!

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