Moisterizer, womens feet,

Her feet ached like hell, being that her travails were daily, the working world slowly creeps in nightmare fashion, yet gladly she embraces it and with it the aches and pains are taken and felt like pellets of burning led embedded into flesh.

So what have I done in response, moisterize her feet.

” Are you insane?” you might question, I respond matter of factly. ” No.”

Some men would give wide berth of their women when they desire some pampering, especially concerning the feet, smell or not. Some men are afraid of feet, I’ve met them, they aren’t odd folks. Just peculiar in what they do. Yet I digress.

I didn’t mind at all, because I know that in return something will be done sometime for me, and maybe I won’t expect it. And that’s the rarest gift of all.