The woman in question was a teller at my bank. Late-30's. I was at an apartment complex with some buddies and it turned out that she
lived in the next apartment over. She said 'Hi" when she recognized me from the bank and I excused myself from my friends long enough
for a brief visit. Barb was leaned back on her sofa and just being sociable,..... "
So, you know these guys nextdoor?" That sort of
thing. No furniture moving. I was sitting on the floor in front of her (an intentional strategy) and Barb was wearing white sandals. I
found an occasion to wiggle my finger through the straps of the sandal and along her instep.
Her reaction was to smile, clench the muscles of her foot and say, "Oh, I can't stand that." When I said, "Oh, sure you can," and continued
stroking her instep through the sandal, she giggled out loud and drew her legs up on the sofa. She had sort of a "you naughty boy" look
on her face,.. smiling good naturedly,.. and that was about it. I was not yet at the age where I was aggressively pursuing situations like
this,...... that it happened at all made it one for my scrapbook. Looking back, I realize now that Barb may have been up for a bit more.