All night, you sat in the diner, trying to work up the courage...

It seems so simple.

Just go across the room, politely introduce yourself, and ask 'Miss, could I please pay you to lick the bottoms of your shoes'.

You stare at her feet for an hour-- her perfect legs, her perfect feet. But eventually, her meal is over, and she leaves.

And so you go home and jerk off to the fantasy, dreaming of what it might have been like... Dreaming of what might have happened, if only you had found the courage. If only you had walked over there and asked to pay her in exchange for the honor of licking her shoes.

But now, she's gone, and so you'll never know.