The Whites Of Their Socks
I may not get to see the whites of my customers’ eyes, but I
do get to see the whites of their socks. Very much so!
Here you see me admiring the whites of a smart, young businesswoman’s socks.
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| Staring at the whites of a smart businesswoman's socks as I kiss-respect her smart businesswoman shoes | 
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| Staring at socks is all I am good for | 
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| My humbling view of the customer-mistress's sock whites | 
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| I admire the way the light and the shade dances off her socks... | 
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| ...and how the individual lines of stitching follow the contours of her shapely, female foot | 
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| White socks are always very special | 
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| They show up any dirt or dust... | 
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| ...whilst beautifying the customer's foot | 
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| What a great privilege it is for a lowly, public footservant such as myself to be so up-close and personal... | 
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| ...with the white socks of such a powerful and fabulous young woman! | 
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| I have no desire to look her in the eyes... | 
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| ...only in her socks | 
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| I am not worthy to even think of this smart young woman above her socks! | 
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| My only regret is that I rarely, if ever, get to kiss the white socks of my betters | 
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| My lowly lips are considered unworthy of such an honour! | 
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| Which is why it is all the more remarkable that my equally lowly eyes are permitted to feast on such white-sock delights! | 
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| Socks!...Socks!...Socks!...Socks!...Socks!... All is SOCKS! | 
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| I live my life amongst the socks of my superiors1 | 
 
 
