Good Deed For The Day

My only solace on a dank and drizzly evening is a visit from regular customer Ms Mukta madam. Her SNEAKERS and SOCKS can always be relied upon to bring light into my lowly life!

I'm cold, dank and miserable in my lonely alcove...

...until suddenly I hear the familiar footsteps of divine regular customer Ms Mukta madam splashing through the puddles towards me

Glory be, her MUDDY SNEAKERS stop in front of me...

...and her RIGHT SNEAKER is the first to be put up to my menial mouth for respect-kissing...

...swiftly followed by her equally muddy LEFT SNEAKER. She's wearing DARK GREY SOCKS as well!

I realise, of course, that Ms Mukta madam isn't doing this for my benefit. It's for hers, as she loves having her FEET KISSED by lowly public footservants such as myself!

Nevertheless, she is the light of my lowly life, as I wish for nothing more than to have her superior sneaker-DNA dirt on my lowly, unworthy lips!

She can be justifiably pleased with herself for having done her good deed for the day...

...smug, even!

I focus intently on the backs of her departing SNEAKERS and SOCKS, yearning for their speedy return!


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