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Sally stepped off the treadmill delicately, hanging onto the handlebar for support. She winced as she put first one foot, then the other back on the ground. Two steps, and she could sit down to survey the damage. Biting her lip in pain, she hobbled over in her 3" heels and sat down in relief. She grabbed the heel and slowly slid the shoe off her foot. Beautiful!
Three delicious blisters had formed on her left foot. Starting with her heel, she traced the raised puffy skin,chuckling gleefully while pressing somewhat firmly to watch the fluid in the blister move. She measured the blister and wrote it down in her journal - It'd grown 2mm today!
Moving her hands over the swollen red feet, she said to herself "I have the prettiest feet of anyone!" Her glance at the calendar told her it was Tuesday, which meant it was time to pop the blister on her big toe. Grabbing the needle she'd laid by the chair, she brought her foot near, breathing in the pungent aroma of sweaty feet and sighing in pleasure. Slowly she brought the needle closer, watching in anticipation of the Pop! that was soon to come. When the needle was just touching, she jabbed once quickly and shook her foot as the fluid began to drain. The liquid ran over her hand, and she waited for it to dry before setting her foot down.
Soon the other shoe was off, and as she ran her hands over the cracked, callous skin, the hanging edges of skin sent sensual shivers up her spine as her fingers passed over. If 20 minutes on the treadmill for four days could give her these kinds of results, tomorrow she was going to stay on for 30 minutes - Her pinkie blister was starting to reach record size, and she couldn't wait to see it as big as her thumb.
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Hannah was glad the week was over - while performing was always enjoyable once she was on stage, the recovery time afterwards seemed more draining as the months passed. The house had been only half full last night, and she remembered the way her voice had echoed softly against the polished wood, surrounding the audience in music. At least some people still knew how to appreciate the simple, etheric melodies a voice and a piano could create.
With limited time before her flight left, she had bypassed changing after the concert, instead going directly to the airport.
An uneventful flight as always, she became slightly impatient as the carousel began to disperse the baggage off the plane, and there was still no sign of her box. Joey traveled with her everywhere, ever since his own musical career had been cut short by a freak accident. When she sang at Carnegie, the vase on the piano had held his ashes, and the she remembered the way she could have sworn that he was adding his own touches to the piano accompaniment, even then. He was never one to let an artistic muse go unteased.
Taking a sigh of relief, she finally saw the package approach, simple brown paper giving no clue to the contents inside. Hugging the box tightly, she smoothed the evening gown she still wore and stepped outside to flag a taxi.
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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