No sooner has the bright young woman with the foot tattoo moved off than I espy the much more familiar, sneakered and socked feet of regular customer Ms Mukta madam approaching me.
'Why was that lady having to shout at you, slave? I hope you were showing proper slavish respect for her feet and footwear?'
'Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam. Oh yes, Ms Mukta madam. This slave admires and respects all his customers and their feet and footwear, madam, as I do yours, most gracious and understanding Ms Mukta madam?'
She snorts derisively down at me:
'Kiss my feet, slave!'
'Yes, Ms Mukta madam.'
My first taste of Ms Mukta's summertime sneakers (though, to be fair, she tends to wear the same pair all year round!)
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| Ms Mukta, coming to check up on me |
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| 'Why was that lady having to shout at you, slave? I hope you were showing proper slavish respect for her feet and footwear?' |
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| 'Kiss my feet, slave!' |
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| Having scolded me, Ms Mukta uses me |
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| I truly do admire her SNEAKERS and SOCKS |
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| Always have done and always will! |
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| The SNEAKERS and SOCKS of my local GODDESS! |
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| Who nevertheless DESPISES me! |
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| In her eyes, kissing feet is all I am good for! |
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| Especially her feet! |
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| I kiss her right sneaker for what feels like the millionth time! |
