“The smell is dreadful,” Sally covered her nose as Edison took off Abby’s high heels.
“See? Even Sally can’t stand it. Edison, the smell is there and I don’t know how to get rid of it. Can you help? Please.” Abby was suddenly acting like a doll.
“It’s a pair of smelly feet for a beauty. Abby, don’t worry, I will do my best.” Edison was holding her feet in his palms.
“That would be great, Edison! I think I’m falling in love with you,” Abby had never seen a man hold her feet without a disgusting expression. Those men she spent nights with had to put up with it because they were, in some way, paid by pleasing Abby. Edison was the first one who had said this genuinely. He was used to various diseases as a doctor and maybe he did the same to each of his patients. But that didn’t matter, Abby
