Heaven and Hell
Zafira unzipped the sides of her boots and kicked them off, they clattered on the floor. "Before we get into that, there's a matter that needs to be addressed first."
Kelvin set down his empty coffee cup and rubbed Zafira's stocking covered feet, he just couldn't help himself but massage it.
"And what issue would that be?" He asked
"I'm hungry," she said with a devilish smile.
"Something tells me you're not in the mood for Chinese," kelvin said jokingly, as he continues to massage her feet.
"Chinese, Mexican, Bulgarian, whatever.... their nationality doesn't really matter all is food, so long as they have a corrupted soul"
"All is food? As I thought," kelvin said tightly.
Zafira looked down at Kelvin's hands on her feet, surprised at how good she felt by the massage "You certainly have a way with massages." She said, feeling surprised