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I once woke up to find my housemate's boyfriend fondling my feet. Given that it was dark and he was black I suppose it's not a bad likeness.
He was definitely a foot man, in the weeks before I moved out when I had already finished my job (and was supposed to be packing) he would knock on my door in the afternoon to come downstairs and get stoned with him. Well, he never said that, but I always did because he smoked all the time and I ws a lightweight.
Then, when I was cabbaged, he would massage my feet and paint my toenails. He even invited me out to China with him when he was booked as a DJ in a Western style club for a couple of months. I was tempted. I declined.
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