The woman had told herself before that Cynthia Jacobs Secondary School would be the ideal place. As usual, her instincts were right. This school was indeed the ideal place to acquire a new pair of feet. No, she has feet; she just needed another pair to play with. Boy, girl. Gender mattered not to her. As long as they were well crafted (and ticklish), she would be happy. In this case, it was a boy. Through her binoculars, she detected many girls, and a few boys, wearing sandals, flip flops, or slip on shoes; and their feet made VM grin like a bobcat. But a certain accident concerning the aforementioned boy and one of his shoes left the woman's jaw fall to the pavement. His foot looked well groomed and, judging by how rosy his sole was, very tender. VM could not help but lick her lips. From behind that bush, the foot crazed bandit began to plan her next move. And like always, she would begin her plans by thinking the same thought every time.
"By the end of this day, I'm going to have lots of fun. Whether it will be fun for my 'playmate' or not is debatable, but if I'm happy, that's all that matters."
Vellicatrix Maximus found another toy.
"Now, what should my next move be?" she asked herself.
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