Picture you and me on a Sunday morning in July, with me wearing a long flowered skirt, sitting on my picnic bench, with the sounds of the breeze, birds chirping, wind chimes, and the cicadas screaming up in the trees overhead. Got it? OK, now imagine you telling me you'd love to see me paint my toenails. I ask if I should apply shimmer lotion to my legs first, and you say ‘yes.' I get my stuff and come back. I pull up my skirt and start putting shimmer lotion on. You can see the muscles in my legs and you start to get aroused. (I may be fifty-nine, but I still know how to be sexy!) Then I hike...

Picture you and me on a Sunday morning in July, with me wearing a long flowered skirt, sitting on my picnic bench, with the sounds of the breeze, birds chirping, wind chimes, and the cicadas screaming up in the trees overhead. Got it? OK, now imagine you telling me you'd love to see me paint my toenails. I ask if I should apply shimmer lotion to my legs first, and you say ‘yes.' I get my stuff and come back. I pull up my skirt and start putting shimmer lotion on. You can see the muscles in my legs and you start to get aroused. (I may be fifty-nine, but I still know how to be sexy!) Then I hike up my dress and use the hem to help my grip the top of my nail polish bottle so I can unscrew it. Now, I'm leaning down and I start to paint my toenails. You get up and come real close so you can see every detail. You like my gold toe ring. I have decades of experience putting on toenail polish, and it shows, you think. I have real veiny hands and feet, and you like it. Not only that, my arches are extremely high. You're amazed, really, by what you see. I finish polishing my nails and you sit back down and I stretch out my legs so you can see the whole picture. I wiggle my toes for you—just for you. I see some places on my toes that just don't suit me, so I use the end of my emery board to fix them. As my arms hang down, the veins on my hands and wrists fill up and look like nightcrawlers! (That's not all that fills up!) When I get my nails fixed, I put on another coat of polish on my second and great toes, especially. You stand up for a better look. I wiggle my toes again. Then I stretch out my legs again and put my feet on the bench so you can take it all in. Look at my high arches! I've brought some summery pink sandals with me, and put them on. I hear the bells of the church next door, and tell you ‘Church just let out.' You're glad we stayed home. I let my sandals dangle a bit, then get off the table and walk around in the grass so you can see how pretty my feet and ankles are, with my skirt blowing in the wind, and I come over and stand in front of you for your approval. You do.