‘Tommy,’ she asked softly, ‘If you want to you can smell my feet anytime. I’ve met fellows like you before. In fact, I rather enjoy it when a...man, or even a boy such as you, pays attention to my feet.’ With that I took hold of her ankle and mashed her soft wrinkled sole full to my face. She flexed her toes under my nose which caused the most satisfying aroma to fill my nostrils. ‘Ahhh, that’s a good boy,’ she said, ‘sniff between my little toes. That’s it honey, make your aunties feet feel. She had better get all the use out of them that she could.They were hot and sweating before they stepped into the relative coolness of the woods. The clearing with the spring and the mint was much smaller than she remembered. Maybe she was bigger; maybe she wasn't counting the pool and the brook this time. The woods were quiet. A few crows called from distant fields. Otherwise, every wild creature could have been sleeping in the heat."Put it down there," she said gesturing at the patch of mint.. But he didn't faint or falter. He was going to die soon. He had already accepted that fact. The thought was terrible but also somehow comforting. It was the right thing to do, he knew. He would never fit in this world: it was better if he left it."Here," Vlad said, "let me give you my chair." Ever the gentleman," Olena said drolly.Vlad laughed, turned, and winked at Volodymyr. "Don't listen to her. You're doing fine, honey. Don't forget to put on your bracelets. They match your outfit. She showed no signs of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her kiss of thanks carried that taste of man juice. I had never thought about having a black woman before. Any prejudice I might have carried was blown away by her expert throat action.After her, any woman was fair game. The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a choice of colour for her front door. Simple enough and just a matter of juggling the palette of specified choices.I sat at her kitchen table on a wooden.