Imagine a woman like Gretchen, idling in the hallway outside your office, the light from outside making her big calves look bluish-white like the woman's legs you saw in a foreign movie that have stuck with you all these years. Imagine you following her then, nearly by the sight of her muscular legs pumping her along. Near the end of the hall, you sit on the floor and she paces away, then back to you, then away, then back, her hard heels making a wonderful clock, clock, clocking sound on the old tile. She's showing off for you, you think, and you hold your breath for fear you will lose your lu... Show more