‘That tickles!’ I smile. Shit try something else – and not too hard! I hold the foot closest to me, fingers underneath, thumbs on top, just belo... her toes. I start to move the thumbs in slow circles over her skin, silky and cool beneath my hands. ‘Mmmm, that’s nice.’ It’s amazing how something you never see can be so incredibly beautiful, hidden in shoes all day, pushed and squished about, hot and sweaty. I marvel at her lovely feet, marble skin, toenails painted pale pink. In silence I. I hate bitches. I hate everything about them. They’re wicked, evil and manipulative. They think that having a vagina grants them special rights. They ruin the lives of good men. They destroy entire families. They bring down whole organizations. They are agents of chaos and destruction and I hate them for it. I pity any fool who gives away his love, his money or his trust to a bitch. What I really hate about bitches is their total lack of remorse and accountability for their actions when they. Er ... I think you should ... er perhaps ... hide in the ladies loo for a bit ... our local bobby's just pulled up on his Noddy-bike."Sarah didn't stop to ask how he's found out who she was, but keeping herself as much as possible from the sight line of the front window, she ghosted herself through the nearby door to the toilets. The young waiter quickly collected our plates and left me alone with my coffee, no trace that I had had dinner companion sitting opposite just seconds before.I watched. ”“Good,” Daryl says. “The last planet I was on fucked it all up and delayed me.”“We’re dealing with a planet hopper then, sir?” the detective inquires.Daryl casts a stern stare at the man and corrects him, “I’m looking for a planet hopper. You are just here to aid in the capture of a possible suspect.”“Sorry, sir,” the detective says with a smile. “My team and I are just eager to bring this blood thirsty bastard down.”“Woman,” Daryl corrects.“I’m sorry, sir?”“You sure are,” Daryl says under his.