John Updike with a foot fetish:
There was this chunky one, with the plastic sandals you always buy at the start of summer, and her feet were wide with nubbly toes, not the kind I like, no thank you -- there was this one, with one of those chubby berry-faces and chubby berry toes, and a tall one, with black hair that hadn't quite frizzed right, and toes that were too long -- you know, the kind of feet other girls think is very "striking" and "attractive" but never quite makes it, as they very well know, which is why they like her so much -- and then the third one, that wasn't quite so tall but was barefoot. She was the queen, and had the graceful toes of indifferent royalty. Her feet were exquisite, meant to walk in the sand at Monaco. She kind of led them, the other two peeking around and making their feet less conspicuous...
I am Laslo.