I'm just watching TV, and you walk in. My feet are up on the table. It's been a long, hard day at work and my feet are sore, so I'm flexing them and stretching them while I watch my stories. I'm in my boxers and t-shirt, and you can't resist. You get on your knees, and even though I pay no attention to you, you begin to worship my perfect, wrinkly soles and toes.