__16.04.2003 @ 14:07_______
Tarquin was a foot fetishist. Nothing turned him on more a nicely turned out set of toes complete with a smooth heel. Just the thought of it gave him a pleasurable shudder. Unfortunately Tarquin had never been able to find a member of the opposite sex with a suitably appealing pair of feet and an agreeable personality. Tarquin had resigned himself to a solitary existence of subscriptions to "Specialist" magazines and the internet.
One day Tarquin was browsing through the latest issue of Big Toe Weekly when the idea hit him. He wasn't really that keen on finding a partner. They were just a means to an end. It was the feet he wanted. The person they were attached to was pretty much irrelevant. It was this thought that set Tarquin down a very dark path.
He immediatly put down his magazine, pulled up his pants and headed out of the house and down to the DIY shop. Carefully picking out a sturdy hacksaw Tarquins plan began to form in his mind.
Next he popped back home and picked up a big towel and his binoculars and then headed down to the local beach. Today was a warm summer's day and the beach was packed full of young people working on their tan's and generally lazing around.
Tarquin laid out his towel in a spot with a particularly good view of the rest of the beach and laid out on his belly and put his binoculars to his face. The search for the perfect feet began. Tarquin examined the feet of those around in him in the closest detail. Alas none seemed better than the average and it seemed his plan would have to be postponed until another day. But fortune smiled on Tarquin that day. Just as he was rolling up his towel and was about to set off home out of the corner in his eye he spotted the most exsquisite pair of feet he had ever seen. Their quality even exceeded those of the models in "Pentfoot". Tarquin looked up to see who they belonged to. It was a short man with glasses. Tarquin had always considered himself a heterosexual foot fetishist up until this point but it would appear he was not as straight as he had previously thought. Tarquin was a pretty open minded guy though and did not let this bother him and he proceeded as planned.
He followed the short man from a safe distance. The man was ambling along enjoying the sea air and didnt seem to be in a hurry to get anywhere. Tarquin grew impatient. He wanted those feet as soon as possible. Eventually the man left the beach area and walked off to what Tarquin hoped was his home.
Fortune was still smiling on Tarquin as the man did head to a small quiet house not far from the beach. He unlocked the door and went inside. tarquin watched from the bushes and pondered his next move. He had not counted on getting nervous at the crucial moment. Tarquin slapped himself around the face and concentrated on the task in hand.
Tarquin worked briskly up the garden path to the front door. Finding it unlocked he slipped inside the house. A Tv was playing in a room at the end of the hall. Tarquin slowly tiptoed to the door and slided it open slightly to peek through. The short man was sat down on a sofa staring at the TV. Tarquin knew this was the chance. Picking up a stool by the side of the door he burst into the room and hit the man on the back of the head with it.
The man slumped to the floor at the foot of the sofa. Tarquin hit him a couple of more times to make sure he was unconscious. By the time Tarquin stopped the white carpet was turning red. Tarquin then set to work with his hacksaw. Aiming just above the ankle he begin to saw away at the mans leg. This turned out to be harder work than Tarquin had expected and he had pretty soon worked up a rather large sweat. He kept at it though and eventually he made it through the bone and severed the foot. Placing it into a plastic bag he then began to work on the second leg. That one turned out to be considerably fatter than the first one and consequently easier to saw. Tarquin had the foot removed and bagged up in no time at all.
The man was still out cold on the floor. Tarquin wondered if he was dead. Oh well. There was not a lot he could do now if the man was so he carried on with his plan. He picked up his two plastic bags and hurried out of the house and back to his apartment.
Back home Tarquin removed the feet from the plastic bags and placed them in his bedside cabinet. For later.
The End.
Inspiration For This Tale: Shoe shopping with Von and Persephone oh and quite possibly the movie Audition
Sensory Input For This Tale: Mark And Lard On Radio 1
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