Regular customer Ms Mukta madam seems to love being out in
the rain, as she never fails to visit me when it’s pouring. As for my humble
part, I love that she loves being out in the rain – otherwise I would more than
likely not get to see or to serve any customers during such inclement
weather!
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It's chucking it down, but it takes more than a bit of rain to deter regular customer Ms Mukta from visiting me! |
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She stops in front of my humble head and looks down on me not with pity, but contempt! |
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'Kiss my boot, slave!' |
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'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. God bless you, Ms Mukta madam!' |
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Her proffered boot is, understandably given the weather, caked in muddy dirt! |
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'And the other one, slave!' |
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I get a goodly view of her brown sock atop her black leather ankleboot |
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But tonight is not about socks; it's about kissing boots! |
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Muddy, wet boots! |
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Female boots! |
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As suddenly and unsympathetically as they came, the boots turn and leave me to rot... |
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...in the pouring rain behind them |
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I'm like a drenched rat! |
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My humbling view of Ms Mukta's rain-soaked, departing boots! |