A demise bed is a helluva place to think about all the feet you never got to play with. That's why we agree with the poet who offered the advice about gathering all the rosebuds while ye may. The only time a woman's feet are going to smell like that are when they're young and their pristine toes still offer a promise of unparalleled sexual joy. Then a broad gets old and you've got all the corns and bunions from bad fitting shoes to deal with. Get 'em while they're young we say, and he who hesitates is truly lost.
In a sporadic economy, dream jobs are hard to find. But some may be right under your nose in a manner of speaking. Like the shoe salesman. Lucky bastard. He gets to see women's naked feet all day. All shapes and sizes- some smelly, some perfumed, but with the law of averages, he gets to bust a nut sooner or later. You might not have that kind of luck, but you can certainly share the experience with the lovely sample of young arches in this volume. Guaranteed, by the time you're through watching, you won't care what lousy cards life's dealt you.
