A FOOT CRANK’S CONFESSION - Part 06 of 37

 

CHAPTER FIVE:

Aunt Hillary was reading —The use of Lateral Thinking˜ by Edward de Bono when I came out to the verandah that afternoon. I went and sat on the other Cain chair. She looked at me over her reading glasses.

—You’re not much of a reader, aren’t you?” she asked.

—Nuh, I do read. But may be not as much as you do˜ I replied.

—You should read. It’s very important that you get used to the habit of reading something useful. There are many books in my study room. I’ll give you the key of it of this door. Just borrow anything you like. Also, Harry’s old computer is in there. It may be useful for you to do your course work. Wait, Let me get that key for you right now; the moment I remembered it˜ she went in and brought the key of the study room door which opened-up to the verandah. Aunt Hillary usually used the other door of the study room which was from the TV lobby.

I roamed around the study room just looking at the racks full of books. There were all sorts of books and magazines stacked in there and also boxes full of books stacked on top of the racks and cupboards. As I was in the study Aunt Hillary went inside the house closing the living room door behind her. After moment the door of the study room from the TV lobby opened and Aunt Hillary peeped in. I could hear the TV through the door.

“I’m going to watch kid’s cartoons. Join me if you are interested close that door towards the verandah if you’re coming. I’ll leave this door open for you˜ she said and disappeared. I looked through the opened door. The TV was right opposite the door at the far end of the TV lobby. A Kubus sofa was placed along the side wall and an arm chair was right next to the study room door. Aunt Hillary sat on the sofa, reclining and resting her back against the high arm rest of sofa and stretching her legs on it. I was tempted to watch TV with her. I justified myself that it would be rude if I denied her invitation.

 

I locked the study room door towards the verandah from in, entered the TV lobby and sat on the arm chair. The cartoon was full of fun and Aunt Hillary was screaming in laughter watching it.

 

—I could prepare some noodles for dinner if you help me with the vegetables. What do you say? She asked once the cartoon was over. I couldn’t refuse. I helped her clean and cut the vegetables. She boiled the noodles and prepares a Dhal curry at the same time. Although it was quite early we had our dinner while it was still hot. It was fifteen minutes to seven and I excused myself to go back to my room.

 

—It is Saturday. ‘Robin Hood’ is at seven. Aren’t you going to watch it? It’s one of my favorites. Stay and watch it just for today. I’m sure you’ll love it too˜ she said. I nodded in agreement.

 

“Let’s call Madhu and brief her on today’s happenings.” saying she dialed mom. Aunt Hillary first spoke to mom and then gave me the handset.

 

Aunt Hillary glanced at clock fixed on the wall over the phone and whispered to me;

 

 —It’s only ten to seven yet. I have enough time to do a quick change; just give me a shout if Robin-hood starts okay?” saying she rushed towards her room.

 

Just as the prelude music of the drama begun Aunt Hillary returned wearing a light blue cotton pajama. She also brought a flat basin of water and a cosmetic pouch with her. A terry cloth towel hung over her shoulder. Soon I realized how lucky that I stayed to watch Robin Hood and also learnt the secret behind how Aunt Hillary maintained such gorgeous feet.

 

She sat on the sofa placing the basin of water at her feet. Then she added some foot salt to it and rinsed both her feet in it while watching the television. After a while she placed her feet on the sofa and wrapped them with the towel drying them well. Taking one foot at a time she applied cream and self-massaged each of her feet while enjoying the drama. Once finished she wrapped her feet back with the towel, lay back on the sofa and enjoyed the rest of the show. All this happened quite mechanically leaving her main attention on the Robin Hood episode.

 

In the meantime, my attention was nowhere near Robin Hood. I was so turned on by the way Aunt Hillary was rubbing her own feet. I had to shift myself several times on the chair to hide my strong erection and prevent a wet patch appearing on my sarong.

 

Once Robin Hood was over I stood up concealing ‘my hood’ under the sarong. Then I thanked aunty for the dinner and retired back to my room. I masturbated twice that night.

 

From that day along I made it a part of my daily routine to join Aunty Hillary when she watched television late in the evenings and watched her giving herself a foot massage. Eventually Aunt Hillary and I become good friends. I was her unofficial chauffeur whenever I was around at her home. I drove her to almost everywhere she wanted to go; the Supermarket, the bank, her yoga class, her beautician’s salon and the various FKC society activities. I soon became an active member within the FKC circle too.

 

This gave me the chance to see Aunt Hillary in a wide variety of attire and especially in various designs of footwear. Apart from the black pumps she wore to the cleaning campaign, she had a pair of brown peep-toe wedge heeled pumps she wore for such occasions. For other evening outings she either wore a pair of stiletto heeled sling backs or a pair of ankle strap high heeled sandals. She wore a pair of plimsolls when she went for her yoga classes. Her favorite seemed to be a pair of block heeled mules which she wore for most of her casual outings.

 

Those particular designs of mules were famous among the ladies during that time. Even my mother had a pair of them.  The black heel of it was about two inches high and its sole was of a dark Maroon colored plastic. The fabric across the instep was of a thin resin coated white fabric with a white stone embedded into silver stud fixed on it. They were in fact my favorite too as they revealed and enhanced the beauty of Aunt Hilary’s feet. So did any pair of high-heeled sandals for that matter.

 

Even when she wore her sling backs I liked the way the soft corrugated wrinkles and sinew of the sides of her heels were framed against the dark brown synthetic shoe strap. It was a highly erotic scene for my hungry eyes.

 

The next cleaning campaign of the FKC society was scheduled about three months after the Negambo hospital campaign. This time it was an elder’s home in Dehiwala. By then aunt Hilary had told my mother how helpful I was to her both with the household work and her charity work.

 

Mother called me twice a week on Aunt Hillary’s land line during evenings, knowing I would be watching TV and having dinner at her place around that time of the day. I usually called home from a post office or a coin-booth. The two old school friends got into a habit of calling each other daily and chatting every now and then. So I got feed-backs on what mom had told from Aunt Hillary every day, and mom got additional news about me from Aunt Hillary.  It was obvious to me that mom was very happy that I was been helpful to Aunt Hillary and that Aunt Hillary appreciated having me around.

 

It was my mother who insisted that I should stay that weekend and extent my help to the Elder’s home cleaning program. The task there was to clean and touch-up the paint of an old dormitory hall. First we had to move out the inmates and their belongings out into the hallway. Then we removed some of the furniture out and got started with the painting work. The work went on till the afternoon. We took all the furniture to the garden and cleaned them until the wall paint was dry enough to move them back in.

 

Around One O’clock almost all of the work was finished and we were moving some of the final pieces of furniture in. Aunt Hillary and three others were moving a table towards a wall and Aunt Hillary was holding the corner of the table toward the wall. There was some miscommunication and the table got pushed suddenly towards the wall. Before Aunt Hillary could react the palm of her Left hand got crushed between the table and the wall.

 

Aunt Hillary was in great pain. There were no external wounds except a blood red bruise over her fair little palm. There was a bit of swelling over her palm and knuckles too. As the work was almost over there, we excused ourselves early and headed to a doctor on our way home. The doctor examined Aunt Hillary’s hand and said there was nothing to worry about it. The doctor said there was no sign of a fracture but the swelling would last for about a day. He gave a balm to be applied and some pain-killers to be taken if needed. We bought some dinner packets on the way home. We both were desperately in need of a shower before dinner.

 

“Tommy dear, I’ll need your help to lie the dinner on the table tonight. Please have a wash and come help me okay? Aunt Hillary asked me as we got off the car. I had a quick wash, changed and went to the dining room. The dinner packets were on the table. I laid the plates and served dinner. Aunt Hillary joined me dressed in her pajamas. After dinner I volunteered to do the dishes. While I was at the sink aunt Hillary came and left her foot rising basin near me and said; —Please bring some warm water to me when you come˜.

 

She was sitting on the sofa as usual watching TV when I entered the TV lobby. I left the basin of water at her feet. She put her feet into it after making sure the temperature of the water was okay. I was now puzzled how she would manage to massage her feet with a bruised hand? I decided to just wait and see.