Sarah curled up on her pink bedspread, pulling her soft bare feet up against her thighs. As usual, she bore an ear-to-ear grin which displayed her pearly whites and seemed to make her brown eyes sparkle even more by comparison. Her fingers combed a few strands of her golden hair over her ear, while her opposite hand lovingly cradled her most valuable possession just above her lap: the three-inch-tall, emotionally tormented Matt, dressed in one of the dozens of doll ensembles the girl had stitched for him over the long years of his playful enslavement.

“Whew! That was such a long day of classes, wasn’t it, Boogie! And then going to the gym afterward? I’m sooooo happy it’s the weekend, and I finally get lots and lots of time to hold you and play with you one-on-one,” the gigantic eighteen-year-old explained. Despite the boredom and strain of the day, her voice was as high-pitched and chipper as ever, especially while speaking to her tiny human toy. “Don’t get me wrong, it always feels super-nice having you playing around under my feet and inside my shoes all day, hugging them and loving them and smelling ‘em, just how you like. And don’t worry, I’ll still give you plenty of time to cuddle with my toes this weekend! But you better get ready, cuz I’m gonna be focused on you, especially since your Daddy has to play two games and won’t have time to hang out. So it’s just you… me… my feet… and whatever fun things we can think of to do together!”

Sarah turned the despondent little man over in her fingers, all the while exploring his three-inch body with her plush fingertips. She’d touched every square micrometer of him hundreds of times over the years, yet the girl never seemed to tire of amusing herself by fondling him, whether it was over his doll clothes or in the nude. Matt, of course, had learned to stop fighting it long ago.

“Aww. Look at that sweet little face, so happy to see me, after he’s been in the stinky warm darkness all day in my shoe!” Sarah gushed. She cupped Matt between both palms and drew him toward her face. Her nose wrinkled like a rabbit’s once he was close. “Peeee-yewww! You really do smell like my feet. I guess that’s what happens when I keep you down there for the entire day of classes plus working out at the gym. Usually I give you a break, but I guess I kinda forgot today. Well, we both win then, huh? I had some extra time to update my Instagram during lunch, and you got some extra snuggling with the bottom of my foot!”

The girl plucked a tissue out of her pocket, then pouted her lips, allowing a string of gooey drool to dribble out of her mouth into the white square. Once it was damp, she bunched the paper up, and proceeded to wipe it over Matt’s body. Soon he was not only caked with a layer of foot grime, but also sticky with the moist saliva. It didn’t do much to improve the shrunken man’s cleanliness, nor did it do much to ease the odor that still infected him after nine straight hours of being lovingly stepped on. However, Sarah smiled nonetheless, and seemed to think it worked.

“There we go! All clean,” she giggled. “We’ll give you a real bath later, Boogie. I promise. But I just couldn’t stand to wait. I had to hold you for a little bit and play with you first. So, we’re doing the “quickie” version!”

Discarding the tissue to the floor, Sarah carried Matt back to her face, and this time, the telltale pucker of her lips informed him that she wouldn’t be deterred. Her kiss-puffed pink mouth collided with the little man, pinning him flat to her palm as she had her way with him. Her upper and lower lips alternately inflated for a hard smooch, smearing themselves as well as a fresh gloss of spit across Matt. In almost no time, his clothes were damp with drool, but Sarah hadn’t finished kissing him hello yet. She lavished for several minutes, her stuffy breath fogging around his face as she forced her wide lips again and again to impact Matt like a giant fleshy sponge. At last, she was satisfied, and when she lifted her mouth away from her cupped hand, the tiny creature briefly remained adhered to her sticky lips before plopping back into her palm; a crystal strand of spit hung like a spider web from Matt’s face to Sarah’s lower lip.

“Mmmmwah! So happy to see you again too, Boogie! Now, we really are gonna have to give you a bath later, cuz you still stink like my toes, but it’s okay. Mommy always forgives her precious little boy,” Sarah continued. Her fingertip stroked repeatedly down Matt’s face, smoothing out his spit-clogged hair and petting under his chin. “Looks like you got kinda messy now, though. Better watch out for that, huh? I like my Boogie to be clean as often as possible, you know.”

The girl studied him. Her thumb traveled down Matt’s frame, caressing the soggy doll clothes, which now clung taut to his skin, thanks to the water-weight of the spit sagging them down. Sarah looped her fingertip up the miniature shirt.

“Well, there’s no point in keeping dirty clothes on, is there? We’re gonna give you a bath in a little while anyway, Boogie, so let’s just get these off. I want you to be comfy again, too, now that the day’s over and we can just relax!”

True to her word, Sarah proceeded to disrobe her toy. It took a little more work than usual, as the clothes stuck to Matt’s body, but the eighteen-year-old titaness was insistent, and her fingers were very practiced by now at handling him. Soon the shirt was stripped off as she shoved her pinky all the way up the hem, followed by the pant legs tugging down Matt’s thighs, and finally the makeshift underwear was torn away, once Sarah had the waistline pinched between two fingernails.

“There! Isn’t that better? Mommy just wants her Boogie to be happy. Wearing wet clothes can make you catch a cold, after all, and we don’t want that, do we?” Sarah explained with sudden maternal focus. She gently prodded her finger at Matt’s chest, while her palm cupped again, fencing him in from behind. “And this has to feel a lot better, right? Doesn’t it? Why don’t you tell Mommy how much better this feels than wearing wet clothes, Boogie?”

“It feels a lot better than wearing wet clothes,” Matt mumbled.

“Aww! Well, I did ask you if it feels better, but I’m also glad to hear how much you love me! Thanks!” Sarah sighed dreamily. She squinched her index finger several times over Matt’s torso, drawing gentle half-circles on his stomach. “Cootchie-coo! Cootchie-coo! Mommy loves you sooooo much, too, Boogie. I hope you always remember that, every single second of every single hour of every single… never mind, you get it. Now, is somebody ticklish, huh? Are you?”

Matt held still as Sarah’s finger proceeded to move in a tickling motion, twitching back and forth over his body. It of course didn’t especially tickle, since Sarah’s finger was thicker than one of Matt’s legs, and thus couldn’t affect him as sensitively, but the girl was determined that it was true. After a minute of enduring the attempt, and listening to Sarah’s booming giggle, Matt played along and pretended to writhe with goofy irritation.

“Ha-ha! There’s my ticklish Boogie! I bet he never knew his Mommy was secretly the Tickle Monster too, did he? Well, the secret’s out! I’m always looking for cute little things like you to torture with tickles.” Sarah added in a couple more fingers to the tickling effort, though mostly only succeeded in jostling Matt into a greater state of sore annoyance. She had him squeezed down to her palm now under the weight of her burgeoning fingertips, and there was no sign of it letting up yet. “Cootchie… cootchie… coo! Got you again, Boogie. You gotta do something fast, or Mommy… I mean, the Tickle Monster… will tickle you right to sleep! So what’s it gonna be, huh?”

Matt had played this game many times before over the last few years, and had unfortunately learned that there was only one true way to get it to end. The next time one of Sarah’s invading fingertips stroked along his naked body, he leaned forward and planted a small kiss on her digit. Even though the girl was obviously expecting and hoping for this reaction, she still squealed like an effervescent schoolchild as soon as she detected his lips kissing her fingers.

“Awwww… the Tickle Monster has been defeated! Good job, Boogie!” Sarah moaned, obviously lovesick over the gesture Matt had just committed via regimented training. She puckered her lips and planted another hard, wet kiss on his bare body, but quickly withdrew again. “Mommy’s so proud of you. And she loves you sooooo much still. I hope you didn’t forget that, since it’s been a couple minutes since I reminded you. I mean, your cute little brain’s so tiny, I figure I gotta say it often, or you might not remember, and that would make Mommy sooooo sad, Boogie, it really would. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever found you don’t realize how much I love you. So the only way I can be sure is to keep telling you, and kiss you, and tickle you, and put you between my toes, and… c’mon, Boogie, can you say it back to Mommy again? Please, tell me how much you love Mommy?”

“I love Mommy,” Matt balked.

“Again!”

“I love Mommy.”

“One more time, please please pretty-pretty-please with a cherry on top!”

“I LOVE MOMMY!”

“Awwww… you’re so freaking cute I think I’m just gonna die!” Sarah wheedled. She waved her cupped hand back and forth, as if trying to rock an infant to sleep, though the motion felt more like a Viking ship roller coaster to Matt, who held onto the girl’s massive thumb for support. Once it finished, Sarah held her lips over the cradle of her hand again. Matt complacently prepped himself for yet another disgusting kiss, but that wasn’t her intention. Instead of bringing him to her puckered mouth, she instead pouted her lip again, just as she had to wet the tissue. The little man recoiled, but there was nowhere to escape from it as Sarah spewed a large glob of soppy slobber into her palm beside him.

“Drink up, Boogie! C’mon, seriously, drink Mommy’s mouth-water! It’ll keep you nice and strong, so you can fight off the Tickle Monster the next time she comes to play with you,” Sarah cooed. She tilted her hand, causing the spit to slosh forward into a wider puddle which soon pooled around Matt’s back. “After all, I usually take you out of my shoe at lunch so I can feed you some yummy snacks, but since I forgot, we’ll have to make up for it now. Don’t be shy. I’m sure you’re super-duper thirsty after all that playtime you had under Mommy’s foot while she was off walking and learning and exercising. Drink it!”

Matt rolled over in the gooey muck of Sarah’s sputum. There was no point in delay; if he resisted, she’d just think he forgot how to drink on his own, and instead try to drool directly into his opened mouth, for fear that he’d die of dehydration. Either that, or she would spread the spit straight onto his body, in case he could absorb it through his skin. So, revolted as ever but just eager to end this ritual, Matt stooped and started lapping up the sticky concoction from Sarah’s mouth. It was thick, difficult to swallow, and tasted like a combination of spearmint gum, lunchtime salad dressing, and vague morning breath. He gagged, but did his best.

“That’s my little boy! Getting nice and big and strong, just like his Mommy! I mean, I don’t think my Boogie will ever be as strong as me… and he’ll always need me to take care of everything for him, but still, you gotta eat and drink good things after a hard day of keeping my feet soft and happy.” Sarah used another tissue to dab up the remains of the saliva after she was sure Matt had filled his belly with it, then tossed it aside too. “Speaking of which… since I’m your Mommy, Boogie, it’s my job to make sure ALL your needs are taken care of, you know. A warm place to sleep… delicious food and water… a nice pair of feet to hug and kiss… and anything else little boys like you might want!”

The girl was obviously trying to be coy, but Matt already knew where this was going went. He pre-emptively spread his body out to make the process easier.

“And seeing as how you’re all… naked…” Sarah continued, giggling with filthy abandon, as though she’d just noticed this. “…why don’t we just take care of you a different way right now, huh? Mommy was thinking about how good it was gonna feel for her Boogie all day long, once she got you out of her shoe. And now, since you were such a good boy, being under Mommy’s feet the whole entire time she was at school, making her feel super-good, it’s your turn to feel super-good.”

Wasting no more time, two of Sarah’s fingers hovered over Matt’s exposed body. She playfully caressed his bare undercarriage first with the tip of her digit, then proceeded to fasten both fingers around his miniature junk, ensuring he couldn’t scramble away. The pumping started immediately and in earnest, paired with Sarah’s usual gigantic grin that made it more difficult to get aroused.

“You like that, Boogie? Huh? Is that how you like it? Mommy knows this her Boogie’s favorite way to relax at the end of the day. She knows it feels good when she touches you like this. C’mon, little boy. Shake around. Show me how nice it feels when Mommy plays with your cute tiny peeper.”

Just then, Sarah’s cell phone rang beside her on the bed. The bubbly pop song ring tone blared through a full verse before the girl bothered to answer it, likely on purpose, as she started humming along to the beat and stroking her fingers on Matt’s body in time with its rhythm. “Oh! Looks like your Daddy is calling, Boogie.” She unlocked the device and held it to her ear, though her eyes never left her favorite toy’s little self, nor did her beaming smile diminish for even an instant.

“Hey, Tanner! How’s practice going? Are you ready for the double-header? Mommy’s gonna miss you this weekend, you know,” Sarah cooed. “Huh? Uh-huh, that’s right. I don’t care if you’re the big tough quarterback, you’re still my little cutie, and I’m your Mommy, so you just gotta deal with it, okay?”

As she listened to her boyfriend’s response on the other end, Sarah casually continued tweaking Matt’s dick between the soft pads of her thumb and index finger. Though her ear was to the phone, her attention was obviously still squarely on the three-inch man. To her credit, she’d become more dexterous over the last several years of regularly jacking her pet, even if her instinct still was to approach his pleasuring somewhat excitably, thanks to the rapid action of her clammy fingertips.

Unfortunately, the lack of other good things in his dark life had trained Matt’s body to savor the endorphin rush whenever he could get it, and the little man reluctantly started to squirm toward climax thanks to Sarah’s energetic fingers. She snickered, encouraged on.

“So when am I gonna see you again, huh?” Sarah chimed into the phone. “It was such a hard week, and my feet are killing me. Don’t you wanna come over and rub ‘em for me, huh? You’ll only have to kiss them twice this time,” Sarah joked, though from her tone it was clear she was only half-serious. Feeling Matt’s member firming, she sped up the fingerjob, until he quaked and orgasmed against her fingertip. “Okay, Tanner. I’ll talk to you later. Don’t worry, I’m sure I can find SOMEONE to rub my tired toes for me…”

Sarah’s bedroom door burst open, and the buxom blonde spilled inside. Golden-tanned and gleaming with a stylish gloss of humid summer sweat, the eighteen-year-old was in the throes of flirtatious giggling while exploring her boyfriend’s body with her hands, and receiving a similar treatment in kind. Both Tanner and Sarah were still breathing heavily, from the muggy twilight air as well as physical thirst for one another’s bodies.

“C’mon. I’ve got a couple condoms,” Tanner whispered in Sarah’s ear, as he not-so-subtly guided her toward her pink bedspread. “I want you, babe. Let’s do it.”

“Mmmmm… sorry, Tanner, I’m kinda tired tonight,” Sarah sighed. Even as her fingers continued caressing his chest, she lightly pushed him away. Instantly his body language changed, as obvious disappointment made Tanner’s posture go limp. Despite the rejection, Sarah smiled, and sat down on the mattress beside him.

“Oh. Are… you sure?” he groaned.

“Yes, I’m sure. Mommy needs her beauty rest, you know.”

Tanner winced. “Do you… have to keep calling yourself that?”

Sarah smirked, and cupped a hand over her giggling lips. She lithely laid her bare legs atop Tanner’s lap, massaging her supple calves against his thighs, and casually slapping her pinkish soles against the leather slab of her sandals. Each soft impact made a wet squelching noise.

“Aww, what’s the matter, little boy? You don’t like it when Mommy gets cute with you?” Sarah crooned, already piping to her upper-octave baby-voice. She stroked Tanner’s cheek, while her luscious tanned legs continued getting teasingly settled on his lap. The young man, obviously conflicted between his girlfriend’s irritating voice and enticing body, went stiff as a board, his soured expression included.

“Not really,” he said.

“C’mon, let’s see a smile, okay?” Sarah encouraged. She scooted closer, pulling her roomy hindquarters up onto Tanner’s lap, and wrapped her arms around him. Her index finger shoved its way against the corner of his lip, and pulled upward until a smile was simulated on Tanner’s face. “Thaaaaat’s what I like to see! No frownies, only smilies! Also, Mommy knows what can turn that frown upside-down, besides just my fingers. C’mere, hottie. Let me give you some sweet big kisses.”

With that, Sarah proceeded to smother the boy’s face in smoochable love, ironically avoiding his own lips most of the time. Instead, she planted slimy smackers on his cheeks, forehead, chin, and neck, even allowing her slippery pink tongue to emerge every few pecks to tempt him further with the moisture of her lips. Just for kicks, Sarah’s nibbled at his skin between kisses and licks until several red hickeys formed. Tanner, still trapped between arousal and irritation, did not participate in the kissing session, though Sarah didn’t seem to mind.

“Sorry, Tanner, but you’re just so cute when you’re making that annoyed face!” Sarah beamed. She laid one last kiss on his cheek, then hopped up from his lap. Stretching, the girl let loose a melodramatic yawn and pointed at the door. “So, uh, I’ll text ya, okay? Night-night, little boy.”

The moment her blue-balled boyfriend was out the door, Sarah locked it, then hurried to her sock drawer. Pulling it open, she let sheer delight overtake her adorable features, grinning like a toothpaste model. Sure enough, there was her three-inch pet, cowering under the shelter of a stale-scented purple knee sock. Sarah batted her chocolate-brown eyes, snickered lovingly, then reached her greedy fingers inside to collect Matt. Once she had him bundled into her fist, the girl happily skipped back to the bed and plopped down hard on the mattress. From there, she proceeded to unsheathe her first sun-kissed foot from its leather sandaled prison.

“Ooooh, Boogie! It’s so nice to see you, after such a long night. I’m sorry Mommy was away sooooo long tonight with Daddy, but we were celebrating, and lost track of time,” Sarah explained affectionately into her palm. She held the trembling little man up to her face, while the fingers of her opposite hand expertly peeled the sticky leather away from her warm foot-flesh. “You don’t have to worry, though. I didn’t forget about you. I never forget about you, even when Daddy and me are having fun, eating and drinking and kissing and stuff, I think about you all the time. Since you were sooooo patient and such a good little boy, waiting for me to come back, Mommy has a very special surprise for you. Well, it actually might not be a surprise anymore, since you can probably smell it already, but…”

Sarah undid the last strap of the sandal, then plucked it away from her foot. The contours of her plush ped were still shaped into the foamy interior of the sandal like fossil remains. She let the first shoe drop to the floor with a lazy thunk, did the same to the other sandal, then sighed contentedly as she spread her ten toes wide for relief. Indeed, the balmy aroma of Sarah’s summertime feet was already clouding the immediate area, and Matt could smell the sharpness of her sweat before he even caught a glimpse of those sandals.

“Get ready to give Mommy’s foot a nice big hug, Boogie. I’m sure you missed it, since you haven’t gotten to play on it since yesterday. Well, my foot missed you too. Wanna see how much? Here!” Sarah gleefully lowered her hand down toward her upturned foot, still propped up on her opposite knee, and cupped Matt toward the meaty platform of her wrinkled sole. The shrunken man tumbled off the ends of her fingertips, plopping headfirst on the wide expanse of his tormentor’s giant, heat-sizzling, sweat-reeking, gunk-flecked naked foot. Sarah flexed her toes again, consequently causing her arch flesh to ripple against Matt’s body.

No sooner did the man instinctively try to withdraw from the damp, hot surface, when the girl’s enormous palm came crashing down. Without inflicting pain on her pet, the girl was nonetheless firm, and as per usual, Matt was sandwiched hard on the plain of Sarah’s grimy foot.

“Awww, that’s so sweet of you, Boogie! I knew you missed Mommy’s foot. Especially the smell, since it smells like me, so you’ll know it’s my foot you’re hugging and not somebody else’s,” Sarah commented. Her fingers rocked against Matt’s back, changing the pressure points on him, so that his body was used like a tool to caress her weary instep and sole. “That’s it, get nice and stocked up on the stinky, so you can make it through the night! Just kidding, Boogie, I’ll keep you in my sock overnight so you can enjoy the stinkiness even in your dreams. I’ll never understand how you like it sooooo much, but I guess you do, since you’re trying so hard to hug it now! Do you wanna give Mommy’s foot a kiss too, Boogie? Mommy doesn’t mind, and neither does her foot! Go on! Kissy-kissy-kissy!”

By way of encouragement, Sarah started scrunching her sole again, and pushed down on the back of Matt’s tiny head particularly powerfully with her insistent index finger. With no recourse, the little man was forced to draw ragged breath, with his lips clasped to the nearest doughy sole-wrinkle as it continued to puff and flap its shape, thanks to Sarah’s toes dancing. This carried on for several minutes, while the girl hummed to herself, and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

“Let’s see, Boogie, where was I before I got distracted giving you a nice reunion with my foot? Oh, yeah! Tanner… I mean, your Daddy can be pretty silly sometimes, so I’m sorry we were gone for so long. If I’d known it would be so long, I would’ve just put you in my shoe before we left, so you could hug and kiss Mommy’s foot the whole time. But we had to celebrate three months since I started dating him! It’s nice to take time for memories you want to hold onto forever. You know, Boogie? Do you ever do that? You know, think about the nice memories you have with your Mommy?” Sarah rambled.

Apparently satisfied with the “kiss” her three-inch pet planted on the bottom of her foot, Sarah had resorted instead to smearing his whole body up and down the length of her rubbery sole, letting the remainder of the gummy residue from her sweaty sandals soak into Matt’s body like tree sap. Each time his head returned to Sarah’s toes, those beefy digits wrapped the little man’s vulnerable skull back into their thick, smelly embrace.

“I bet you do think about the nice memories, Boogie. Especially since we make new ones all the time!” Sarah continued. Her voice was so shrill and chirpy now it sounded to Matt like she might swoon. “Like, do you remember that time I took you to class in my shoe, and I almost forgot you were down there! It was so cute when I felt you trying to wrestle out from under my toes and play tag on the floor with me while I was taking that exam. You know? I had to catch you with my toes, since I couldn’t just reach down with my hand and let the professor think I was cheating, right? But I still got you, right between your favorite two toes, my biggest ones! You’re always such a good sport when Mommy catches you, Boogie. I remember you wriggling around so cute and precious against my toes. I hated that I had to push you back inside my shoe under my foot instead of taking you back out so I could give you lots of congratulations-kisses for almost winning the game! Ohmygod, that was so funny and adorable. I think about it a lot when I’m in class still.”

Matt deflated at the recollection of this event, though Sarah didn’t seem to notice. When at last the girl tired of caressing her little man against her soft, wet, heat-swollen foot, the girl plucked Matt off her sole again and cradled him in her caged fingers. She crawled under the bedsheets, massaging her still-filthy peds into the blankets, while she cuddled the shrunken pet to her cheek. Though the odor was significantly less potent up here, especially combined with the last dregs of Sarah’s strawberry-sugar perfume, Matt was now so coated in the stench of her leather-and-brine bare foot, it was all he could sense, aside from the girl’s fingertips fondling his fragile body.

“Ooh, I’ve got another one, Boogie!” Sarah gasped with elation. “Do you remember when we were hanging out at the student quad, and I was holding you in my lap like a secret so I could give you some little-boy-fun with your peeper before my next class, and then those girls walked by, and I had to put you in my mouth to hide you cuz I didn’t have any pockets! It was only for a minute, but it was sooooo cute feeling you squiggling around inside my cheeks and on top of my tongue, I almost thought about keeping you inside there for longer, Boogie! But I had to go to class, and I like to chew gum in class, so I had to take you out and put you back in my purse. I don’t know, maybe I could chew gum and play with you inside my mouth at the same time? It’s mint flavor, so I bet you’d like it in there, too, with Mommy’s nice refreshing breath and her nice warm tongue giving you hugs! Hey, don’t let me forget, Boogie. We’ll try that next time. Anyway, that’s another thing I like to remember when I’m away from you, Boogie. How no matter where you are, in my clothes or my shoes or my mouth, it’s always so easy to love you. I bet you remember that one really good too, Boogie. Yes, that’s right, I said YOU! You love my kisses so much, you must have really loved knowing where they come from! Now why don’t you come here and give Mommy’s lips one of those big sweet kisses you gave her foot?”

True to habit, Sarah dragged Matt from her cheek to her pre-puckered mouth. The storm of kisses wasn’t quite as urgent as usual, since the girl was obviously starting to get tired as she snuggled into the covers with her favorite toy in-hand. However, Sarah still found a way to soak Matt in salivary juices just after he’d finished drying off after a thorough toweling of the girl’s tired foot. Her lips puffed, blew hot minty air into his tiny face, then retracted and rubbed her mouth over him again. The kissing recessed with the usual dramatic smack which left a dollop of spit globbed on Matt’s face.

“Don’t you remember that now, Boogie? I bet you already did, but giving Mommy a kiss must’ve helped you remember it especially good! So tell me, do you like thinking about those times as much as me? C’mon, please, Boogie. Mommy wants to hear you say it sooooo bad. Just once! Pretty, pretty please? Tell me how much you like thinking about those times,” Sarah begged. She furrowed her brow, made her eyes as large as possible, and pushed out her lower lip until it quivered with false sorrow.

Matt, exhausted already from this brief cuddle session with his owner’s sweat-scoured feet and voracious lips, hung limp in Sarah’s controlling palm. He nodded, then spoke up in a deadpan voice: “Those were the best times of my life.”

“Awww, Boogie, it’s so nice to hear you say that! I never knew you liked those memories so much that you wish we had our own anniversary to talk about them!” Sarah gushed. She pressed his face again into her smooch-readied lips, then recommenced petting his torso with a soft fingertip. “I’ll tell you what, since it’s kinda hard to remember what days all those fun times happened on, we can start now by making a promise. We’ll spend some time as often as we can just reminding each other, just Mommy and her Boogie, about all the best times we had together. I think it’s a perfect idea. What do you think?”

“It’s the best idea you ever had,” Matt sarcastically droned.

“Meep-meep-meep! Your voice might be my favorite thing about you, Boogie. It’s tied for favorite thing with your adorable little body. Oh, and your sweet little kisses are also my favorite thing. And how much you love me. And the funny movements you do when I you’re your little peeper stand up with my fingers. And the feeling of your precious little arms and legs wiggling around whenever I put my foot on top of you or hold you down inside my shoe with my cute little toesies. Wow, it’s really hard to pick a favorite thing, isn’t it, Boogie?” Sarah mumbled, obviously concerned with the difficulty of deciding. She drummed her fingers on her chin, then looked again to her pet with adoring eyes. “What do you think, Boogie? What’s your favorite thing about your Mommy, huh? Go on, you can tell me. I’ll keep it secret, just like I keep you secret. Hey, maybe that’s your favorite thing about me! That I’m sooooo good at keeping my little baby Boogie all to myself, right where he belongs!”