Impaled Part 3 6 min read

In the nearly three weeks since Jim’s chance meeting with Cyndi at Mickey-D’s, Jim thought about Cyndi often but never thought that she would actually call him, until one night while bored watching the same old moves on ‘Smack Down’, the phone rang. Jim picked up the phone and answered with a half-hearted “hello?” “Hello, Jim. How’s my favorite film counter guy doing, how’s your hand,” came Cyndi’s cheery greeting, as she queried Jim about his well-being. “Fine”, Jim responded as he explained that he still needed to be careful with his now deformed/cupped left hand. “Listen”, Cyndi intoned, “my husband is out of town on business, and I am so lonely here all by myself, I’ve made an extra serving of Veal Parmagine, it’s your favorite, have you had dinner yet?” Jim was now excited at the prospect of having dinner with Cyndi, and it was easily detectable in his voice as he answered with an enthusiastic, “NO!” “PERFECT!”, Cyndi chimed, “everything is ready. “My address is 1145 Park Ave., can you make it here in 20 minutes, Jim?” “Yes!”, Jim said. “I’ll see you in 20!”

Actually, it was a 30-minute drive, but Jim would make it in 20 minutes without a second thought. Grabbing a single rose from a vase he had cut from his garden earlier in the day, Jim could not move fast enough, and was out the door in a flash!

Exactly 20 minutes later, Jim was at Cyndi’s front door, rose in hand. Jim was pleasantly surprised when Cyndi answered the door wearing the same beautiful pastel sundress she was wearing the day of his mishap with her high heel stilettos. Cyndi was absolutely a stunning beauty, even without her makeup. In the back of Jim’s mind, he somehow thought that he could turn back the clock, and start all over, erasing his initial words to Cyndi. “This is for you”, he said, as he handed Cyndi the sumptuous red rose. “OH! How sweet of you Jim, you really didn’t have to.” As Cyndi took the rose, and deeply inhaled its sweet fragrance, Jim stepped inside and closed the door behind himself. “But listen, Jim,” Cyndi said with a caution in her voice, “we can enjoy this evening with each other, but I must make one rule.” “Rule?”, Jim thought with a puzzled look on his face. “Please do not get excited without my permission,” Cyndi said, as she glanced at the area just below his belt buckle, “this way I’ll feel safe.” Now Jim knew exactly what she meant. With the combination of Cyndi’s Ghost Mist perfume and the fragrance of the single rose, what man could control himself in the presence of such a beautiful female? But Jim would try just for the privilege of tasting Cyndi’s Veal Parmagine.

Dinner was ready and on Cyndi’s dining room table, being kept warm by elegant plate warmers. As it turned out, Cyndi was a gourmet cook, and her Veal Parmagine was a delightful four-star restaurant quality. The conversation during dinner, mostly small talk, moved to tieing up loose ends of their ‘getting to know each other’ meeting at Mickey-D’s. It turned out that Jim and Cyndi had a lot in common, in fact, they had just missed attending the same high school by a couple of years. Cyndi was excellent company, and her Veal Parmagine was splendidly delicious, and in Jim’s mind, there was no way to top this evening. That is, until after dinner when Cyndi suggested that Jim stay and watch a video with her.

Upon walking into Cyndi’s living room, Jim knew that he was in for another treat, as he viewed Cyndi’s big, 60″, screen TV and her state-of-the-art Dolby Pro-Logic home theater system. Her wall was covered with videos. “Any movie preference, Jim? I have almost every movie!”, Cyndi asked as she tried to get an idea about what movie to watch. Jim responded cheerily with, “I don’t know, why don’t we watch your favorite!” “OK, just have a seat on the couch.” Jim could not believe it when the movie ‘Titanic’ began. It was not only his favorite, but it was the movie he and Pam had made their vow of unending love with. For Jim, this was uncanny! But, Jim soon lost all interest in the movie he had seen so many times, as Cyndi began to swing her crossed right foot back and forth, as she watched the movie. Her deliciously red lacquered, perfectly formed toes reminded him of a bowl of fresh fruit, ready to be devoured. Jim was trying to look in such a way as to not draw attention to himself, but eventually, Cyndi noticed. Cyndi suddenly extended her right leg and spread her toes in a fan-like fashion, causing Jim to temporarily lose his “closeted fetish mind”. Her toes were beautiful. Jim squirmed trying to make himself comfortable against the raging erection. Seeing this, Cyndi glanced at his now erect member trying to break through his pants and began to sing, “nan…nan.. nan. nan…. nana” in a children’s schoolyard chant……. “Jim has a foot fetish….. Jim has a foot fetish.”! She sang the chant three times, causing Jim to turn bright beet red with embarrassment. It was true! Jim loved the sound of women’s stilettos on concrete, he loved fishnet stockings, he loved seeing women in high spiked open-toed sandals, and he loved watching women dangle their heels, he loved the thought of kissing beautiful female toes. At this very moment, Jim wanted to dive to the floor and shower Cyndi’s feet with ardent kisses but dared not for fear that she would ‘permanently’ drop-kick him out of her life, having broken her one and only rule. Jim sat silently on the couch and lowered his eyes as Cyndi gently cooed, “It’s OK Hon, I understand, I understand.” Cyndi moved closer to Jim and took his left hand and gently stroked the back of it as she continued gently cooing, “it’s OK, it’s OK.” As she continued to stroke the back of his previously ‘spiked hand’, Jim raised his head and looked directly into Cyndi’s eyes. This was it!!! The unmistakable look of deep plaintive adulation in his eyes told Cyndi all she needed to know. “Oh Jim,” Cyndi stated emphatically, “You’re in love with me!” The most important moment of truth in Jim’s life had arrived, the ‘windows of his soul’ had spoken!! At this point, life was just moving too damn fast for Jim, exceeding the legal speed limit of his emotional ability to cope with the situation. Yes, he was in love with Cyndi, he couldn’t help it, she was just too fantastic!!! Why had life given him such a cruel twist of fate?? Why hadn’t he met and married Cyndi instead of Pam Whyyyyy?????? “Oh Jim, I never meant for this to happen,” Cyndi said apologetically.