Observe my dirty white slouch socks. You’re so close you can smell them. But you want something else. You want my soles. My toes. My FEET! I slowly remove the socks and tease you playfully scrunching, wiggling and stacking my feet on top of each other while answering emails. You’re such a good office pet. You’re drooling over how soft and supple my barefeet look. I rub each foot on the other and cradle each sole with the other foots toes. You wish it were your hands touching and holding, don’t you? So close… Yet so far.