SIMPLY A BIG LIZARD
This came to mind while watching a movie in which a mere whisp of a girl accompanied a hardened old murderer into the wilds of Corsica. Why were the roles not reversed? A shy and ineffective lad and an antiquated peasant crone? Or even two rugged gay guys? An Axe commercial?
In either case, pimples and moisture versus liver spots and dry rot.
The peculiar thing about that movie was that he knew her shoe size.
As a plot twist, that's just berserk.
A man who knows her foot that well is either married or a stalker.
Or, save us, a foot fetishist.
I do not know enough about feet to fetishize them.
There are gaps in my education.
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