A supremely serene-looking young woman heads confidently towards me wearing a fabulous, revealing outfit. However, it is only when she stretches forth each of her sneakered feet in turn in front of my face, and hitches up her chiffonous trouser legs, that I get to see the serenity of her pale blue cotton socks!
She clearly wants me to see her socks whilst I am kiss-respecting her shoes!
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| Serenity personified! |
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| She walks serenely towards me |
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| I get my first glimpse of serene, pale blue sock on her left ankle! |
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| But as she stretches forth her right, sneakered foot in front of my menial mouth, she graciously hitches up her trouser-leg to reveal her sock in all its glory! |
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| And what a sock it is! I study the lines of pale blue stitching... |
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| ...and contemplate what a privilege it is for me to observe this normally hidden sock! |
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| The pretty wearer clearly wants me to observe, and admire, the sock on her shapely ankle whilst I am kissing her feet! |
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| What a kind and thoughtful young woman! |
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| She does the same with her left sock! |
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| I tilt my humble, sneaker-kissing head for a better view of the sock |
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| I am not interested in her soft, bare legskin above the sock... |
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| ...only the SOCK! |
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| For a public footservant like me has no business looking at, or even thinking about, his customers above the sock! |
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| Their socks are the limits of my existence! |
