Reallycoolguy
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When I was 18 I had a social worker who would drop by and visit. She was a stout woman, not fat just tall and muscular, with curly brown hair and a face similar to Julianna Marguiles. She was friendly and joked around a little. Anyway, I noticed as she came in she was wearing leather sandals, her feet were big, like the rest of her, with toenails painted bright red. My mom was on the phone with someone upstairs and we were alone in the front room. She asked me about my health and life in general, her head fixed on paperwork. I then notice her left leg draped over her right knee, her sandal dangling right in front of me. She asks about my family and I say; "my sister has the same sandals." She's still writing,then replies, "yeah, they're nice when it's summer." I reply, "not too good for protection." I then run my index finger half way up her left sole, she lets out a cute nasally giggle, gives me a scolding look with a sly smile. It was a memorable experience.