'How did I get here? Where's the pier, and the lake?' Suddenly, there's a bright flash, leaving me blind.As the lights begin to fade from in front of ...my eyes, I realize I am no longer in complete darkness. Or completely alone. A few feet away there's a strange glow emanating from what seems like space itself. 'Strange,' I think to myself. I study this otherworldly light and begin to realize that it's not space it's emanating from, but a smoky void.A figure begins to define itself in the smoke. I'm not sure it's really a fetish anyway. Nobody talks about the breast-fetish or the hair-fetish, do they?"Then I thought I would risk a personal question. "Doesn't your husband worship your feet?"This seemed to surprise her. "I don't think he's ever noticed them."That gave me another electric shock - the idea of those lovely stockinged feet walking through life unnoticed, unworshipped, unawakened..."In any case," she said. "I haven't exactly got the perfect dainty foot, have I?" It's. He didn't know how to make love and he didn't know how to politely end a relationship. You just don't embarrass me in public. We were in my office when he told me we were through. Maybe I should have gone out for coffee with him like he asked, but having the secretaries at my office whisper about how David had announced that we were through just wouldn't do. I had to give them something else to whisper about.I decided to work on his weak spot. I called him and told him that I missed him. But, for years now, things have just got stale, and very routine.Especially for me as I have a whole bunch of fantasies rattling around my head. But, Helen. She is not the kink of women you can broach these subjects with. She is way to level headed, and would simply find the 'naughty' ideas a little bit amusing, but not something she believed you really meant.On the other hand she does like sex, and has always been up for a bit of fun. So, maybe, maybe, I just have to put her in the right.