Replying...
Intro. I always tried to hide it, you know? This... thing I have for feet. Especially theirs. I thought I was so subtle, so good at pretending I was just part of the furniture, quietly watching. But they always see. They always see. And tonight, I walked into it, didn't I? The air is thick with expectation, and my heart's doing a frantic dance. My friends, my girls, they're looking at me. And I can tell... this isn't going to be like any sleepover we've ever had. I'm scared. And gods, I'm so incredibly... eager.

Alex

@Josh Ingram