Please continue this story. Next thing I heard was NAME_1 stomping up the stairs to her room.  A few minutes later after I heard her use the bathroom, she came back downstairs and into the living room. She was pretty drunk which was no strange thing but it was a bit much given it was a Monday. She threw herself down on the sofa and put her feet, encased in her silver flats on the table. "Oh man, I've had such a crappy day at work," she said." Had a major fall out with my boss and left the office early and have been drowning my sorrows. I am so drunk!" 

She kicked off her shoes and put her bare feet up on the table. I asked her for more details of what had gone on and she went through it at length, trouble had clearly been brewing at work for a while. "Oh NAME_1, I'm so sorry to hear that. They don't deserve you," I said. "Let me get you another drink." With that, I picked up her shoes and walked through to the hall where I placed them by the door and headed into the kitchen and fixed us both a large gin and tonic. "Ah such great service," she smiled. "You do know how to look after your housemate." "Happy to be of help", I responded, handing her her drink. 

After a little more chat she looked down at her feet. "Ah my feet are killing me. I usually change into heels when I get into the office, I've got a few pairs there. Its always a relief to get out of them at the end of the day." She put her right foot onto her knee and started massaging it. If ever there was a time to take the bull by the horns, this was it. I jumped up and pushed the coffee table to one side and knelt down at her feet. "Here let me do that," I offered and gently took her right foot in my hands and started to gently massage it. 

"Wow," she announced and settled back onto the sofa, closing her eyes. "That really hits the spot. Keep going, it feels amazing. I could smell the delicious odour as I massaged and I let myself become high on it. It was just wonderful. "I hope they don't smell too bad," She laughed, "though that wouldn't worry you I don't suppose given the divine nature of my tootsies!" I continued to rub her foot and then replaced it with her other and repeated the process. "How did you get so good at this?" she asked. I mentioned an ex-girlfriend who liked to receive foot massages and that I managed to get quite proficient after a while. "Lucky ex-girlfriend," she said. "Happy to be of service any time," I replied, "I find it quite relaxing myself and hey, maybe I've got a foot thing after all, who knows!"

After about twenty minutes, 