These tired old feet sure need a rest, a pedicure! I'll put that to the test. Starts with a foot spa, massage chair for my back, bonus offer or are they just being slack? My nails are ugly, all out of shape, big ones ingrowing, is this a mistake? The clippers struggle to get though the nail, years of neglect, them I have failed. Cream applied, back in the bath. The weapons are out, feet on the towel. It hurts as she scraps and cuts, I wonder if she feels sick in the guts. I console myself as she massages my leg, with gloves on her hands, like embalming the dead. Hot rocks, then the hot towel, she lifts her head, "finish now". Now it's all over is does feel cool, a $40 pamper, for this aging fool.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 7th, 2023 02:49
- Category: Humor
- Views: 15
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I’m going to get a pedicure with my wife today!! So exciting!
Coincidence or inclination? Either way I like the inspiration! Thank you.
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