I live in Tampa, FL so I have the opportunity to visit Walt Disney World somewhat frequently. It is usually so hot down there that girls are dressed very skimpily and you can be assured of like 95% sandals. I was with my friend that wanted to go on some lame ride that I didn't want to go on. So I waited for him to come out. I was sitting on a bench when a gorgeous women sat down next to me. "I lost my husband," she said, "and I've been walking all over this goddamn park for two hours. I've had him paged and everything. I'm taking a break." She then shuffled her feet until her flats came off. I have never seen a woman wiggle and flex her toes more in my life than this woman. "God, they hurt," she said. "I don't want to put them back on."

Her toes were painted crimson red and she had on black jeans shorts and a halter top. "I'm waiting for my friend to return from The Pirates of Panzance or something like that. If you want, until he comes back, I can massage your feet. I'm rather good at it. I studied reflexology." She thought this was the beast idea in the world and swung her smooth feet into my lap. I rubbed them from head to toe, doing each toe individually and putting minor pressure up an down her soles. She moaned as if she were having sex.

Just then, my friend came back and was quite surprised and impressed. "I see you've made a new friend." He said. "Maybe I shouldn't have gone on that ride after all."

She told him her story and begged him to let me continue. She didn't think she was going to make it out of the park, but this felt so good since she was catching a second wind. Eventually I stopped. She reached into her purse and wrote her number down. She said that her husband only does that reluctantly and if he doesn't change, she would consider hiring me. I was astounded. I would do that for free every day.

Needless to say, I called about a week later and her husband answered the phone. When he found out who I was, he was very abrupt and told me never to call there again. God, I miss those feet!