I think I know of a place I can hide, in a thick patch of rhododendrons.”“Seriously? Wow, that’s hot. Let’s do it next weekend.”~~~So, the f...llowing Saturday afternoon found us on our way to the woods. Will was wearing a pair of loose shorts with nothing underneath, and a plain white t-shirt. In his backpack he’d got a spare shirt (“In case the other one gets cum on it”), and a packet of wet-wipes to clean up any other mess. I was wearing a dark shirt and short black skirt, so I’d blend into. After a couple months in therapy and talking about the basic things, the topic of fetishes came up. That’s when the sessions took a turn. I was flustered and embarrassed by the topic. it showed on my face, which was as red as a tomato. It got even worse when she said"What kind of fetishes do you have other than feet."I tried to reply but I was just stuttering hopelessly. Trying to figure out how she knew."I noticed that you’ve been starring at my feet from day one. Don’t worry its natural and. Not the brightest bulb, but one the cheeriest. She had been on with the Sheriffs Office for 10 years now, quite content in her unspoken role as office manger and dispatch. She was in her mid thirties and kept herself in great shape with yoga Her hair was always neatly straight past her shoulders, or in two long golden braids like today. Part of the reason she was so happy spending so much time in the office was that he husband was a commercial fisherman here in town. So he was often away for. ’ ‘Thomas,’ Patrick said, nodding as if he were programming it into his head. ‘I’ll try to remember but I’m terrible with names.’ There was a pause in which Thomas gave a polite nod and went back to his mashed potatoes. But Patrick, of course, was never polite, and I was already expecting some comment. He didn’t disappoint. ‘Especially with Nina’s track record. Last month it was John, tomorrow it’ll probably be Rob. Good luck, Buddy.’ He gave Thomas a friendly smack on his shoulder and started.