It was a normal day at work. I was sitting at my desk doing what I do every day. For the past three months I had been fantasizing about a girl at work. I didn't want to have sex with her; I just wanted to know what her feet looked like. She had always worn closed shoes, as specified in the standards of the office. I had no idea what her feet looked like, which made me want them even more. One day while she was sitting at...