Chatting with my best friend, and giving her all the interesting details about my recent blind date with Steve. This is your POV if you were lying on your back, underneath my dirty and well worn heels, getting hardly a glance from me in your direction. There was something I couldn't help but notice during my blind date that Steve seemed to have a "thing" for pretty ladies in hosiery, and Mary Jane heels. He was so flustered by my foot resting in his lap, firmly pressed against his crotch while I was distracted at dinner. I just can't imagine why ;-)