Jan 26, 1996

I did get a kick out of Foxy's foot fetish. When I was in my mischievous teens, I'd get Foxy all roused up with a few rounds of "foot, fox!" and send her under the table in the den, where my mother's bridge ladies were munching coffee nips and playing bridge. Foxy would de-shoe them and nibble their toes. Talk about a ruckus! You've never seen bridge ladies move so fast.