My mother's friend (A true but short story)

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I was very young. I think I was in grammar school (God that was a very long time ago). I may have already posted this but I cant find it.

My mother had this friend who was in her late 30's to early 40's. Attractive and a very sharp dresser. She came over all the time to bake cookies. She always looked sharp. She would put on a apron, sit down, and immediately drop the heel of her shoe and dangle. A true natural; not many of those around. She would swing that shoe around all the time, occasionally dropping it. I was REALLY small (small for my age) and was always crawling under the table. I still remember it. She always wore expensive pumps. How could I tell? Because I could read the label inside the shoe, though I could barely read. My interest in women's feet and shoeplaying started at a very young age. I was always paging through women's mags and learning more about shoes. I guess I was a little bit weird. My father thought so too.
Anyway, she always wore high end shoes and she always dangled. A couple of times I even got hit in the head by her swinging heel! But I don't know if she realized it. A couple of times she noticed me next to her dangling shoe, but thought nothing of it. I wanted so see if she was ticklish so I got a feather and while she was dangling, I brushed the feather along the bottom of her foot. She would either reach down and scratch the underside of her foot or she would curl her toes.

She didn't have the best arches. Most asian women don't. That is my experience. But I was too young to care much. This went on for several years...all the way through grammar school. Too bad I couldn't take a pic of all those dangles with different shoes. If I did, I would have enough pics to fill a CD.

Now and then she would sit and visit in the living room, on the low couch. I made sure I was there. Instant heel pop and dangle. Being just a little kid, and pretending I didn't know any better, I used to sit down right next to her dangling shoe and pretend to read a comic book.

I think after awhile she thought I WAS sort of strange, but never really said anything and continued with the show.

But my father knew about my "interest" and started to poke fun at me. He even talked to my mother about it. I guess they both felt I would "outgrow" it. They thought wrong. I still like it.

End of story.