When Marie (45) had got up for work that morning, the weather had been glorious sunshine, and she had dressed appropriately, with some black open-toed sandals. By lunchtime, however, the heavens had opened. The sky was dark and the rain was pouring down. Marie picked up her cardigan from the back of her chair. Young Declan (24), walking by, said, “Your feet are going to get soaked in those, Marie.”
Marie smiled inwardly. She had noticed that Declan obviously had a foot fetish, because she often caught him staring at the women’s feet if he thought no-one could see him, but of course she never let on. I mean, he wasn't *that* obvious. Marie actually thought it was cute, in a way.
Ann (49) came over and asked her if she was going to the sandwich shop, and then the two of them braved the rain and ran across the road together. 

Back in the office, Declan had a persistent fantasy of sucking on Marie's big toe like a dummy.

After lunch, the office was quiet and subdued as everyone got on with their work.