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an okay guy but lacked that something that made friendships worthwhile. He didnt know exactly what it was but Ryans abrupt exit was an example of it. Oh well, Kevin thought, Im out of here in a half hour and then Ill be alone, hallelujah . When he was ready to leave Regina, the manager, called him into her office. He noticed something different as soon as he saw her. Kevin had never really looked at her sexually, though he admitted she was a rather attractive middle-aged Spanish woman. But Kevin rather held a sort of socialist view on the situation. She was the boss and was someone to hate, the entity that oppressed the people. Today, however, he couldnt help but feel some tension. Everyday without fail she came dressed in a skirt, pantyhose, and a flimsy blouse and today it really sent something rushing through Kevin, like a warm buzz of tingly pudding. Regina babbled on with rhetoric and rhetorical questions while Kevin stole glances of her pantyhose and scuffed black slip- 22 Piecemeal June on dress shoes. He wondered if they were sweaty. Like a slap in the face, the image of the disembodied foot worked his nerves up into frenzied nervousness. Was she aware that he was looking down every few seconds? Would she say something? The ankle and foot at his house now belonged to Regina. Kevin mentally transposed those pieces onto her body and started to imagine what her sweat would smell and taste like compared to Ms. Booths. Were the pantyhose freshly washed or was she wearing them for a while? Would her feet have an additional vinegar stench? Were her toenails painted like the foot at home? Kevin looked into Reginas eyes and hoped to see the same blue swirls of the glass eye but was met with a dull brown that stopped him dead in his tracks. Kevin, are you listening? Whats the matter? She straightened her skirt. He could feel his penis becoming flushed and the pair of pants he was wearing was going to make his erection quite obvious. What? Nothing, no, why? He started moving around to get his cock at a more discreet angle. You dont look like youre paying attention. And what do you keep looking down for? Regina lifted her left foot up and the shoe fell off of it. Kevin first saw the bottom of her foot, the pantyhose were linty and worn thin. Then the smell hit him. It was like a series of assassins bullets zeroing in on his olfactory system. He felt assassinated, like Kennedy being dealt a skull-cracking fate of foot-stench. Kevins eyes rolled into the back of his head but then focused on getting the hell out of there. Im okay. Just havent been feeling well lately. He started making his way out of the office. Can we pick this up tomorrow? She gave him that look. It was bitchy and condescending, a look that Kevin was not a stranger to. Normally it would make him pissed but today it just made his erection that much bigger. 23 Jordan Krall Okay, tomorrow then. Bye! She enunciated that last word as if it was a magical spell to send him out of her office and on his way home. Kevin stumbled out of the office and out of the store with a head full of feverish cotton. Outside he leaned against the glass of the video store that neighbored the PetPlace. He had to get a hold of himself. Taking a few deep breaths, he turned his head and looked into the video store. He saw a boy going up and down the aisles with fish in his hand. Kevin knew the fish wasnt the type youd by in a pet store; it was an ugly, foot-long sucker that was still slimy-wet. As the boy stopped at the end of one aisle, he bowed his head and mouthed something. Then with a slap he took the fish and attacked the Drama section with a ferocity that caused the whole shelf to shake. Movies tumbled onto the floor and fish scales flew into the air like rice at a wedding. Kevins breath started to fog up the section of window in front of him. Grey condensation obscured the boys angry fit. Using the sleeve of his shirt, Kevin wiped the glass and saw that the boy was now shoving the fish