I beg you!”“Nyet,” I answered as I walked out the door, half-regretting it due to what she just told me.Part of me would have loved to be with a...girl who didn’t sweat my womanizing for a change. I still couldn’t put up with slapping, though. It was, as I told her, a dealbreaker. If I had slapped her, I would have been wrong, too. Who knew ... maybe in a year’s time or something, but maybe not.All that I knew was that I wouldn’t put up with that kind of bullshit. Not now. Not ever. It was a. The young woman walked over and sat in a small spot of grass near the kiddie sprinkler fountain. She sat there for a few moments so still. I took the liberty of snapping a few more pics of her feet in her dirty sneakers. She leaned back on her elbows and I watched as she moved her feet from one side to the other in some sort of strange rhythm. My eyes following each time. Left to right, right to left....After a minute the young woman sat up and began to remove her shoes. She took each one off. While the practice has (mostly) ceased in the modern world, this has left its mark in a larger amount of ethnic diversity in certain areas of the world, most noticeably 'melting pots' like the US and Canada.Due to the overtly and usually public sexual behavior caused by women's urges, society is universally more open about sex and fetishistic behavior. In the US for example, prostitution and polygamy are legal throughout the country (though the latter is still rare outside of areas with high. And the not so popular people like Eric.‘’What the hell are you doing here man?’’ I replied. ‘’You can’t have been invited, if Alexander’s father saw you he’d fucking shoot you!’’ ‘’Well, what Alexander’s daddy don’t know won’t hurt him,’’ He smirked.‘’ So what are you doing here?’’ ‘’Well numb nuts they have a private wood, and well.’’ He rattled the two backpacks he was carrying gently and a faint jingling of what could only be liquor bottles emanated from within.A smile spread across my face.