Unfriendly Encounters
My regular encounters with off-duty security guard mistress, Ms Karen madam, are never friendly affairs. That’s because she, quite rightly, despises me and sees me as being fit only to lickshine her dirty boots.
Still, at least I get a furtive glimpse of her sock – a thick, grey cotton sock that has been on her foot inside her boot throughout her long shift.
She eventually walks off, surly-faced and without saying a word to me. Again, rightly so – for my tongue is not designed for engaging in conversation with my betters; it’s designed to lick boots!