Joy hated sales convention's, and she hated the shoes she was wearing. She loved how they looked on her, but they were killing her feet.
She was seated at a table for dinner, a young man she never saw before, joined her. His sandy blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and infectious smile had her chatting away quite openly. She was usually quiet with anyone she just met.
They watched a few couples take to the dance floor. Her new friend asked if she would like to dance. "Sorry, no, these new shoes make thyat impossible." He smiled a sunny grin, and said "may I?" Without waiting for a reply, he reached under the table, lifted her leg, removed her shoe, and started giving Joy a foot rub.
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