Kneeling in the overstuffed chair, Lilly points and flexes her feet, making her hard, perfectly shaped little calves ball up in muscular knots. Wearing the black pumps and having her legs glistening with baby oil gel makes her legs look good enough to eat. When she swivels her ankles around, you see her calves rolling around under the skin and you want to reach out and lay your hand there so you can feel it. You know you do. Lilly wants you to wish you could.