She noticed this. Ms. Davis had always taken care of her feet. She would never admit it but she got way too many pedicures but she found the experienc... almost orgasmic. She always asked for a very specific Oriental guy who seemed to pay a little too much attention to her feet. He would spend a lot of time massaging her feet and toes. The best occasions were when he was the only staff working.He would tickle her foot a little and knew every place that drove her into giggles. She would giggle and. Being a dumb teenager, not even a freshman in college yet, no one took Van seriously, but before the end of summer Van was gone, moved away with the woman of his dreams... who he picked up at some beach bar he shouldn't have even been in. Amazingly, that match made in heaven last 4 years. Now Van was back. Here. Sitting with me. He still wore his hair long. Not like to his shoulders long or anything, but long enough to make him obsess over how good it looked. He was, as we all were, more. Now it was late and quite cold, as he was walking back home, through the park. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of the guy he liked, so he could go to sleep hoping for some nice dreams. From afar, he noticed how the two benches where the rambunctious gang usually sat were empty. His heart sank a little. Maybe they chose another park where they could harass the passersby and he was probably never going to see his dream guy again.Now that there was no one to taunt him, he chose to pass closely by. Xander Rhys."They told me you work on Wednesdays too" a familiar voice said."What are you doing here?" Imogene said in surprise when she looked up from her desk and saw Xander standing in front of her in a dark suit. His smile was more like a smug and she wished she could wipe it off his face."It's a public library," he said with dripping honey. He still got under her skin after all these years."I know, but you said they. Who?" she said rooted at her spot."Your colleagues; look I finished work.