Well the story starts like any other Saturday on a beautiful summer day. Steve and I were on our way to the dog park (our favourite place to be). Well, disaster struck. I got a flat tire. The park needed to be put on hold while I went to Canadian Tire to get a new tire.
Driving up to the garage, I noticed that there were quite a few people waiting for their cars to be taken care of. Steve and I were nicely put in the waiting room. I sat down next to a very nice older woman, grabbed a magazine and settled in for a wait. The next thing I knew I heard some familiar slurping sounds. I was pleased that Steve was relaxed. Then I heard a moan. It wasn’t coming from Steve, but it was coming from the nice little old lady sitting next to me. I looked down and there was Steve, in all his glory, tongue between toes making this lady moan.
As you can imagine, I was mortified! I profusely apologized and explained about his love of feet. The woman look at me sweetly and said, "That's ok dear, I have a dog, too".
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