My Aunt Marywhispered, ?Oh you poor dear my feet must smell from being in thoseheels all day???Oh no I pleaded?I don?t mind that at all Auntie, really...I don?t I!?"You what?? as she interrupted me in mid sentence. ?You like the smell of my feet in these well worn nylons?? she asked surprised.In almost a shameful voice I admitted fully my nylon foot fetish, ?YesAuntie, so much!?She smiled and said; ?Now why did I already know that?? She lifted oneof her feet up to me face and I held it firmly to. Far from weirding me out, it made me very happy to see her. I had no idea what it was, but there was a bond between us and I felt as long as she was around looking after me everything would be okay. I saw her again two years later at my wedding. When Mark and I turned to face the guests, there she was standing in the aisle smiling and looking so happy for me she practically glowed. Mark kissed me, and when I looked back, she was gone. And again, a year after that, when my daughter was born. She. Was this her? She would definitely be my type. Or the type of virtually every heterosexual male on the planet. Many, many women too. I hoped this was my girlfriend. Fingers crossed.“Ricky, don’t you recognize me? Have I changed that much in a year?”I just shook my head no. I couldn’t remember this woman at all.“Ricky, you’re my big brother, I’m your sister Melissa.”Sister? Melissa? Not my girlfriend?I tried to say something in response but my voice was still a mostly unintelligible croaking. I started out jogging every day in the mornings before work. I left home early at the same time every day to miss the rush hour. I was usually on the trail by 7:00 am. The section of the trail adjacent to the college was very beautiful, with thick woods on both sides of the trail. In one spot there was a bench placed on the side of the trail. There was also a very small side trail that started a few feet from the bench. It was almost hidden by the thick bushes, and I found out that it led down.