You are so sweetly addicted to my feet that you are willing to ruin everything for them. My toes give you butterflies while bringing you to your knees to worship. You are so weak for my control, for my seduction. I have a task for you to do, but in order for you to succeed you will have to get rid of h.e.r. We both know you don't want her anymore. We both know she does't do it for you like she once did. My feet do though. My feet make you feel things you never even thought possible. You cannot deny the twitch in your pants as you simply read these words, can you? Go ahead, take the plunge. Your marriage is over.