The lunch bell rang. You knew what that meant. Eager, you hurried down the hall to meet with 18 year old Clara.
"Hi," you greeted her.
"Hey," she said, "So, are you ready?"
"Yep, let's go."
The two of you needed someplace quite in order for her to study, so you decided that the school theatre would be the best place. You lead Clara in, sneaking by the hall monitors. Once you were in the giant room, you lead her onto the stage which was behind the curtain.
"Um, are you sure we won't get in trouble?" asked Clara, nervous.
"Well, we needed a quite place to study, Clara," you told her, "Besides, there is nobody in here."
"That's true," observed Clara.
"The best part is since this is a theatre, no one can hear us, so no one will catch us. You see?"
"Oh," Clara listened. You could tell she was very trusting.
You two soon arrived on the stage. It was actually kind of dirty and dark, but you could care less.
"So, you ready?" you asked.
"Yep,"
"Okay, we only have forty-five minutes until lunch is over so we need to be quick, yet stern," you informed Clara.
"Alright," she said as she got out her history textbook. While she did that, you thought about your plan and began to get nervous; how would Clara react? Oh well, you might as well try it.
"So, Clara," you say, "Do you mind if we try a method I've see on Youtube? I think it's pretty effective." Clara was caught off gaurd.
"Oh, well, what is it?"
"Well, in the video the girl was studying. Meanwhile, the teacher was at her feet." Clara's eyes widened.
"Doing what?"
"That's the thing, he had the answers he was asking her. If she got any wrong, he would tickle her for a little bit," you laughed a little at the thought.
"Oh my," said Clara, "Do you think that would work? I mean, help me focus?"
"I'm sure it will," you told her, "Let's try it." Clara was very hesitant about having her feet tickled. But, getting a better grade was more important.
"Okay," she said. You then instructed her to lye on her stomach. With the book in hand, you placed her feet on your lap and began taking off her shoes. You heart pounded as you started taking off her socks. You were very excited to see her feet.
As you slipped off her socks, you saw her feet; they were very wrinkly, but very beautiful. Unpainted, but smelt great.
"Um..." Clara started, "I'm sorry if they smell."
"Oh," you were caught off guard, "They don't smell, Clara. Besides, I wouldn't mind. They are pretty."
"Really?" asked a bluching, bewildered Clara. She wiggled her feet upon hearing you.
"Of course," you said.
"Okay, you think you're ready?"
"Yep," said Clara
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