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Barefoot


Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain
It's always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
Barefoot children in the rain
Jimmy Buffett


He loved her barefoot. Ten naked toes painted dusty rose padding around his apartment in the

early morning beat out anything he could think of. All the things she could do to her feet he like this

one the best. He sat up in bed and watched her blurry frame move around his bedroom. He needed

to get her slippers, the wood floor had to be fridge, but he couldn't bare the thought of not seeing

those toes. He had seen those toes in everyway. He had worshiped them when they made love. He

had watched water swirl around them in the shower. He had ticked them when he told her he was

just going to massage them. He watched her crack her back and pull at one of her pajama pant legs.

She was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of decrepit sweat pants. They didn't have to have sex

every night; he was more than content with old tee shirts and cuddles. Her sticking blocks of ice on

his legs. He was so lucky to have those feet (however cold they were) in his apartment, the rest of

her too he might add. She was his. And he was hers. Those thought provoking shoes were in his

closet. And he loved it.


A/N: May Danny and Lindsay live happily ever after with lots and lots of shoes. Review please, I'd love you forever. As for any confusion you may have felt from saying I had resubmitted this. I looked at it with out spacing an it was block paragraphs. and my one review confirmed what I feared it was a bitch to read. My thanks to VivianeAeryn.