My thing is feet; the high arched feet of men. I was at the park and found that a hobo was trying to sell rings to lover couples. He was tall and skinny, so I guessed he had the feet I was looking for. I finally got over to him and made him a proposal. I told him that if he took off his shoes so I could photograph his bare feet, I would pay him. For lunch money, he agreed. He had extremely high arched feet! With time, we became friends and after months of knowing each other, he gave me all of his body. We have become habitual lovers since then and I really enjoy it. -Miguel, 40