Her makeup was perfect as expected and her hair was in place even though the breeze had given it a hard time during the five-block walk. She wore tigh... fitting jeans a simple white top and a leather jacket that ended just above her hips. Practical and stylish.As she approached the door to their apartment, she could hear music; Iron Maiden blaring out of the speakers.She found Fred in the kitchen using a fork and a spoon as drum sticks playing in the air.“Honey, honey!” she shouted.Fred jumped. ." Shit, girl, your stinkin' Kerri Strug-tasting little snatch makes thislittle honeypot seem like goddamned blueberry pie..."This round of mutual insults seemed to be a bit of a ritual for the twoprisoners, so Jake politely waited until it was over, marvelling all overagain that two girls who looked so adorable could be so foul-mouthed in everysingle sentence they spoke. Finally, he could take it no longer. "I don't seewhat's so funny about any of this," he said."Aw, shit," said Hank. "You get. Evening time and i made my way to the toilet, which was illuminated by a small outside light and one or two bulbs inside,in those days they were often left unlocked or the ability to lock them had been vandalised. Anyway with quite a few nerves i stepped into the dimly lit interior, i was alone, i had no idea if anyone else would be there or not, but the tales that i had heard led me to believe that there would be lots of men around all doing things to and with each other, naive or what! Anyway. I always regret how short these moments are, I would like them to last longer ... Only how? I can't ask someone to show me his feet up close. It would be weird, after that ... I really don't want anyone to know I'm feet-lover. So what should I do?Something amazing has happened lately. My close friend Anna, had a home renovation and stayed with me. I did not attach much importance to this, it is not the first time. This time, however, it was different. I woke up first, got up from bed and went.