Jack, having picked up the paper, (it's the Daily Mail, you note, though in your own opinion The Times is much better) proceeds to the settee to read it. Whilst in the trainer you begin to think that it's not really that bad, there are much worse places you could be after all. *shudder* You glance over at his foot (you are seated in the small space in the tip of the shoe) and feel a strange force, a sort of attraction, drawing you in. You find yourself, not much later sat licking his toes. You wouldn't normally do this but no one was to know, was they? You note that the rustling above you has stopped. Jack has obviously finished his paper (you could have got longer, had it been The Times).
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