Simon simply could not believe that he was here, in the home of Sarah Michelle Gellar. The girl of his wet dreams. He still remembers as if it were yesterday. That crazed fan that pulled out a gun and tried to shoot her. Simon saw it just in the nick of time and jumped in the way. The bullet got him in the shoulder. He stayed in the hospital for a few days. Sarah stayed by his side the entire time. She had promised that when he got out that he was going to stay with her for a week. Well, she has kept her word, and here he is. Simon thought that he was going to be so nervous. His heart pounding so hard that it was going to explode, his stomach feeling like it was tied up in a knot, knees trembling, and so on. Not true. Sarah made him feel so relaxed and comfortable. They told jokes and just had casual conversations on the way to her place. Simon felt like he was talking to an old friend.
“Well, here it is.” Said Sarah. “My place.”
“Wow! Really nice place.” Exclaimed Simon. 
“Let me take your bag.” Offered Sarah.
“Don’t worry. I got it.” Answered Simon.
“OK. The rooms are up stairs.”
Simon followed Sarah to the second floor. “Here’s your room.” She said as they entered.
“Holy smokes!!” announced Simon. “It’s huge.”
“I take it you like it?”
“Like it? It is almost as big as my home.” Said Simon beaming with excitement.
After Sarah showed Simon the room, and he put his things away, Sarah gave Simon the grand tour of the house. They ended up in the TV room sitting on a plush sofa.
“So what do you think of the place.” She asked.
“It’s just incredible. I’d love to have a place like this.” Answered Simon.
Sarah took Simon by the hand and looked him straight in the eye with a look of seriousness. “Simon there is no way I could possible repay you for saving my life. I just hope in the time we spend together that I could show in some way of grateful I am for what you have done for me. If there is anything that you want and if it is within my power, I’ll do it. In other words, you wish is my command.”
Simon fell off the sofa.
“Oh my goodness” said Sarah with great concern. “Are you all right?”
“I’m OK. No autopsy, no foul.” He jokingly said. Sarah laughed at the joke and helped Simon up. 
“You mean, anything.”
“Yes. Anything you want.” Answered Sarah. “Do you have anything in mind?”
“Y-Yes. I do.”
“Well what is it.” She asked as if she knew what Simon was thinking.
Simon took a few deep breath to try to calm his nerves and told Sarah the truth.
“You see, Sarah for as long as I can remember I have had this major foot fetish. I love women’s feet. I love to massage them, shower them with kisses and lick them. I think that you have a pair of the most beautiful feet in the world, and I’ve fantasized about your feet for some time now. I was wondering…” Simon stopped because he was simply too nervous and scared to ask her.