I'm back from my workout, and start stretching before I get distracted - you're here, I'm barefoot, and I just know I can drive you crazy by stretching out my feet for you as a wonderful bit of live foot-tease theatre. I'm having a wonderful time teasing you by spreading my toes, pointing my feet to display my wrinkled soles, and thrusting my high arched, long toed bare feet right in your face. But I start to long for your touch - why, why, why, aren't you taking advantage of me? I'm beginning to feel that I'm the one being teased, not you