As I stood outside the school waiting for my son to be dismissed, I noticed this very attractive teacher monitoring the children as they left the school premises.  From afar, I could see that she was wearing these very attractive black pumps that exposed her red toes.  I just had to get a closer look.  I continued to keep an eye out for my son and proceeded in her direction at the same time.  As I got closer, I could have died.  It appeared as if she wore at least a size 10.  The shoes she was wearing made her feet look delicious.  I had to say something, because I couldn't just let those beautiful feet get away with at least trying.

 

"Good afternoon," I said.

 

"Good afternoon.  Are you waiting on your child," she asked.

 

"Yes I am.  He's in Ms. Bakers class," I said.

 

"I don't believe they have been dismissed yet,"  she said.

 

"Thank you, I was getting worried" I said.

 

As I continued to watch her interact with the children, I stood there and imagined what her feet smelled like in those awesome shoes she was wearing.

 

"Wow, nice shoes your wearing. They must be pretty comfortable for you to wear them all day."

 

"Yes they are, and I really don't have problems with my feet," she said.

 

"That's good, because being a teacher, your feet are very important."

 

"Yes you're right.  There are quite a few  teachers that I know that experience foot problems quite often," she said.

 

"I believe I see Ms. Bakers class being dismissed now," she said.

 

"Oh yes, there is my son there."

 

Before I could call to him, he looked up and spotted me talking to this beautiful lady, and began running toward me.  I really had to act fast.

 

"So this is your son," she said.

 

"Yes it is," I said looking down at her feet.

 

"He may be in my class next year," she said.

 

"Oh really, so you teach first grade then," I said.

 

"Yes I do," she replied.

 

"Well I hope he does, you seem to be a very nice teacher, from the way the children interact with you," I said.

 

"Thank you," she said, blushing.

 

"Well, It was nice talking to you, let me give you one of my cards."

 

When I handed her the card, I watched the very curious look on her face as to the content of Feetishes.

 

"From the looks of this, I could tell this has something to do with feet.  Am I right?

 

"Great guess, It's actually a foot fetish based company, where I post pictures of feet on the internet for viewing pleasure."

 

"And I suppose you gave me this for............What?" she said.

 

"Well, I was thinking that you would be great for the site,"  I said.

 

"And why do you say that," she asked.

 

"They go crazy for big feet, and they would love your size 10's."

 

"How do you know I wear a 10," she said.

 

"Feet are my business," I said.

 

"Well I don't know about this," she said.

 

"Just take the card, look up the site, and think it over.  When you make up your mind, just give me a call," I said.

 

"I'll think about it, but it wouldn't be right if I were your son's teacher," she said.

 

"That's not until next year, but I do hope you call before then."

 

As we walked to the car, I wondered if she was really going to call.  A few days later I received a voice mail message from her, wanting to try to set something up.  I couldn't believe it.  I gave Rolanda her contact info, and asked to set something up ASAP.  I didn't want her to change her mind.