Smoker & Conversationalist

She's a smoker who is working late and has just popped out of one of the local warehouses for a quick fag break. She's also a conversationalist - though not with me. Indeed, she doesn't say a single word to me, being engrossed in her phone conversation high above my humble head. Which is a pity, because I would have liked to verbally compliment her on her short, black socks and, in particular, the way they disappear at an angle down the backs of her heels.

But she's just not interested in my thoughts on her socks!

So I keep shtum and simply get on with my job of kiss-respecting her feet until such time as she turns her back on me and heads back to her office.




































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