Stroke Me . . .

Stroke me, stroke me, make me purr.

Today, I got out of my car. My hot little red car. Wearing a spiffy looking houndstooth check skirt, turtleneck, and my giant faux-Channel beads. And my spunky little cream-colored Anne Klein peep toes with the black patent trim and heels with the little silver buckle on the toes. One of my favorite shoes.

The woman across the street, walking her little baby carriage, took the time to comment.

"Nice shoes!"

You couldn't have said anything nicer to a shoe whore.

I was beaming when I said "Thank You!"

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife