It was one of those days when we were out shopping. A man in the store was constantly looking at her feet. He came to me and we started chatting. Afte... some pleasantries, he got to the point. "Your wife has got lovely feet", he said. "I know", I said. I could see that the guy has a huge foot fetish and I could also see slight bulge in his pants. After a small pause, he said, "I could pay you to have a footjob by her, if you don't mind." He was perhaps expecting me to react strongly, but he did. ” “Stop it. Stop saying that.” She picked up her glass from the table, drained it, and held it up to me. “It’s empty.” “I think we’ve both had enough.” “You want me to switch to tequila? I do fucked up things on tequila.” I shook my head. “Then let’s get some more of the warm, brown stuff, Eric,” she suggested. “Please, baby,” I said in almost a whisper. “I don’t hurt right now, Eric, and I like that. I don’t want to get drunker. I just want to stay where I am. But I can’t if I don’t have. " This is beyond lose lose, for me. If I 'win', Iget a date with someone who is pissed off about being on a date with me.Sounds like a delightful evening. If I lose, well, big deal, it's notlike I am emotionally invested, but she's going to pick horseface overmoi`? That's not good for the ego. (But Beth may not really ever look atVeronica's face, she is a busty lass.)Mistress Johnson returns, with that same frozen smile. "Veronica, Bethwould like to speak to you." I get the full attitude. There were dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was straight but obviously hadn’t been brushed with the loving care she usually bestowed on it. She did a fair imitation of a zombie walk. Mom turned around and looked at her.“Hannah,” she said, gently. “Getting your heart broken is no reason to lower your standards. Go back to your room and brush your hair. Put on some makeup. You need to present a happy face today, so that your friends believe this was a good thing. Don’t let him get you down..