The Beautiful Feet – Part Two

I didn’t hear the sound of the footsteps, but the Beautiful Feet were walking towards me long before I was born …

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Finally, I could breathe deeply now that I was no longer suffocating under the restraints of my stepfather and mother’s home. I was on my own and independent. I had my own cozy apartment, my own fulfilling job, and my own brand new car. I had just purchased a new metallic blue Suzuki Jimny (Samurai), so that I Continue reading