"Ye wouldn't dare talk about my feet, I'd stuff yer face in my shoe." And she meant it. "I might hire someone to rub my feet. A courtesan, perhaps," that was a joke, but she blinked and then said to herself, "Or should I?" After all, a woman did have needs... And to the reader, the author is quite aware of how this sounds but promises it is innocent. She needed someone willing to rub her feet without expecting sexual favors. Gawd, get your mind out of the gutter! (XD) - Karen muttered, "You know what sounds delicious...? Scotch eggs and fruit pastries. And some cheese and grapes... Oh, and pickles. That would take my mind off of my feet. "And a tall glass of lemonade." She moved to put her stockings back on.