We’ve known each other since high school and are pretty close. She knows a lot about me, we were even intimate for a short period of time, but one t...ing she doesn’t know is that I have a foot fetish and I’ve always been attracted to her small, sexy little feet. I think about them all the time, the way she paints her toes, the way her soles are wrinkled yet soft. I smell her shoes sometimes when she is out of the room. I’m getting a hard on right now writing this story. But it gets better. We. Dennis was notified that his suspension for discharging his firearm was over and he would go to work with the police today He would leave 15 minutes early because of the longer drive. He would look into buying a motorcycle to make it there faster. A second call would have him go the site of his shooting to meet his lieutenant who wanted to talk to Kristy about her experience there. He would take her to his office for her great typing skill at typing up reports for the person that was on. Yeah-- you could call it that." My name's Kevin," I said--"Carrie. And actually I kind of already know who you are..."I blinked. "Oh?" Yeah. It's nothing weird, though. I work with Jenny sometimes. She says you and her used to have a thing..."The name dug in my gut like a dagger. Jenny. The sister of a girl I was dating and lived with when I first moved out of my hometown-- before coming back. It was ironic that this should come up at this particular time, as Jenny was exactly the type I was. "I know," she replied, turning to kiss him back. Their tongues danced over one another's as he held her tightly to himself. He was still undressed and the smell of Irish Spring tinged the air."You are still not ready," she smiled, "at least, not to go out." And neither are you," Grant replied as he stepped away from her and to their toy drawer in the dresser.Brandy should have guessed but deep down, she knew she would get into some bindings sometime tonight. She had been lusting after them all.