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His semi-sheer socks have been delightfully fragrant:

during dinner, when he slipped his shoes off beneath the table,

his walks to and from the salad bar drawing much attention;

during the long drive home, with his shoes tossed into the

back seat of my vehicle, and I could keep my eyes off them; and,

despite the memories of inhibitions that no longer controlled us,

his socks---when we were both otherwise naked---explored the

contours of my body, bring me to the peak of pleasire, to the

e'lation that began the seven surges that effected the release of

core-confected sweetness on to his socks, as he had encouraged and

imagined since the first plate of salad (mostly mushrooms, olives, 

onions and Russian dressing) at dinner.

Starward