Bootcut Trouser Hems
Erstwhile regular customer-mistress Ms Phong madam has come to visit me for the first time in months – primarily to gloat over me whilst I lickshine her expensive, black leather ankleboots. She kindly explains, in her cute Vietnamese accent, that the reason why she hasn’t been to use me of late is that she has now been promoted and is based in her company’s Hanoi office. In fact, she has just been back here to the Gynarchy on a flying visit, and is now heading back to the airport for her return flight to Hanoi. She further explains that she is now earning ten times as much as she was before, and points out the contrast between her high-flying career as a successful businesswoman and my dead-end, unpaid job of lickshining the public’s boots and shoes. She laughs out loud at me as she reminds me that I am going nowhere, and that I am a nothing and a nobody.
For my part, I am just frustrated that I cannot see her sock because she has not deigned to hitch up her bootcut trouser hem sufficiently high enough to reveal the top of her sock to me inside her boot. Because I know Ms Phong is a kindly soul, I decide to risk incurring her Vietnamese female-wrath by humbly begging her to hitch up her trouser leg so that I might be honoured and blessed to see the top of her sock. I explain that her socks are my life. To my astonishment, she laughingly agrees to my self-centred, selfish request, and my foolish, footslave bravery is rewarded by a glimpse of grey cotton bootsock with a bright red rose logo on it. I gush forth my verbal appreciation and admiration for Ms Phoong madam’s sock, and she rightly mocks me – calling me a Vietnamese girl's sock liking queer.
Later, as she turns to walk away from me and heads off to the airport to catch her flight, I proudly think to myself: I have been privileged to observe this bright and intelligent young Asian woman’s grey cotton bootsock, with its red rose motif, inside her black leather ankleboot! Nobody else can see her socks, so I feel truly honoured to know something that they don’t. I can only hope and pray that she visits me again some time, and deigns to show me the tops of her socks once again inside her bootcut trouser hems, since the socks of a successful young businesswoman like Ms Phong are better, and more important, than me.
