I start by squirming my feet while I'm straightening out things on my writing desk. (You lovers of my soles will like this scene.) Then I turn and face the window so the light from the window illuminates my feet. After a minute of stroking my bare foot and letting it hang down and swivel around so you can see my sole again and just plain toying with you, teasing you, I decide to put on my pointy, pointy-toed tiger-striped stilettos—you know, the ones I have to jam my feet in. My feet and shoes fill the frame for several minutes, so you get plenty of detail—that is, veins, tendons, toenails, ve... Show more