The little wall there on the front of a shoe warehouse seemed just right for a rest stop.

Removing my heels one at a time and massaging my aching feet, felt so good, allowing me make the remainder of the journey to the hotel in less pain I thought.

As I was sitting on the wall, being all ladylike, my legs crossed as I fondled my feet,  I noticed a car drive slowly by, the driver looking in my direction, and as the car disappeared around the corner.

I thought no more about it.

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