Her foot remained near my imminent white stuff although not moving, as the waiter brought our starter salads. My hand rubbed gently along the top of my Mom's foot, the tactile sensations of the silk nylon the greatest feeling in the world.
As we ate our salads Mom asked, "Ever had a foot job, baby?"
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