Electricity Issue Persists & Story Time!

Bad News is the electrical issues persist. I am waiting for another fellow to arrive and hopefully theyll actually have it fixed. I am trying my best not to use my PC too often right now because I worry about it being harmed by the issues. 

What I can do for you right now is tell another story from when I would have been 18.  

I was working at a fast-food restaurant for a little while in my youth. A few shady characters worked there who I learned were doing naughty things in the store behind the scenes. (not the kitchen) Being the foot fetish monster that I am, I knew that eventually I would get my feet on someone! Quite a few times, during my tenure I certainly did. The first time, I managed to "score" was in the Nicotine Area. It had an open top with tall brick walls. It included a picnic table as well. I had taken off my thick, slip-safe shoes off to get some air and despite the open air, the smell was quite thick near the table. Not long after taking my shoes off a man sat down and lit hit cancer stick. To my absolute astonishment he says something like "It smells better than usual out here". 

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* Goes my foot fetish radar! 

I say quite cheeky "It's my feet". He laughs and thinks I am joking, until I show they've been out of my shoes the whole time. At this point I catch a small blush. I know I've got him. So I wiggle my toes a bit to show their shape in the socks. While he is stammering I say "Just sit down." I rest the same foot between his legs and ask "Is this okay?". He gives consent by nodding and I begin "wiping off" this sweat on his pants. I can feel him getting harder with each swipe of my sweaty socked foot. We have to return not long after beginning so I didnt get to finish him this time. Next time though...

I do not know when the electrician will be returning exactly but if the electric issue still persists tomorrow, I will tell Part 2 of this story. I have many stories to tell from back then. You should know that I grew up in a place where all there is to do are mind altering substances, eating and the naughty(or in jail). Back then, finding someone who will accept my feet as a stimulus was extremely easy.