I am humiliated and furious. Putting my large, bare, high arched, long toed feet up on the table before me, I accuse you of having not paid attention to looking after my feet! Every night you're supposed to make sure they're clean and presentable, but you've clearly just been perving over them instead. I only found out when I took my shoes off at work and a co-worker commented on the dirty heels. So, now I'm home and I'm SO angry with you. I point out all the dirt you missed - the cracked, grubby heels, the dirt between my long, flexible toes. The un-cared for wrinkles of my high arches. I'm disgusted with you for neglecting your job. But I have just the plan to make you mend your ways; re-training. But not on *my* lovely, feminine feet. Oh no. I'm going to invite a friend around - a very MALE friend, and you're going to learn your craft on HIS feet. Perhaps that will teach you to do your job without being a massive perve!