Let’s go see what Ed and Stephanie are doing. I want to hang out at the hospital. Some of our friends might come see Bethany, and if they do, I want... to see them. Kathy and Kurt and Melanie and Pete are supposed to be here at some point, and there may be others.”“Sure,” she said. “I want to take a shower.”“Do you have a key for your room?” I asked.“Yes. Just wait here and I’ll be back soon.”I sighed and nodded. She got up and left the room. I grabbed my address book from my bag, looked up. I understood at once that if we had been sitting on the bed our bodies would now be contributing to a cozy, crackling fire. Cinders flew wildly across the room, but our wet clothes shielded our bodies. Once I felt a searing sting on the top of my head, but I pawed fervently at it, and it left nothing but a mild irritation.Then the flames died away like a candle being snuffed out, leaving a black carpet of orphaned smoke that was slowly pulled through the small window to join the poisonous smog. Its the way you talk to them and how you assert yourself. One thing for certain is that a mature-minded woman (she can be young and still mature) likes when a guy is confident about what he's into. Even if they aren't into foot fetishism; at least it is your thing and you are coy and shy about it.Do I willing admit these things to a woman in a raw manner? No. I strategize it and wait for the time to strike depending on circumstances. One instance I got a lady to let me take pics of her feet. We can get started then."Miles curiously rubbed the spot he hit her on. She reacted by whimpering from his touch. It was still tender. He may have only lightly touched her, but it felt like he was pouring salt to an open wound. After seeing her reaction he was quite impressed."That's actually pretty cool. There is still one more thing I need to do before I begin. I know, I know, I keep saying I have one more thing to add, but this is it. This is the very last one. It's my cherry on top."Miles.