American, with Latin and German mix, he has a jock body and prominent  masculine features. Tall, light olive colored skin, a deep voice, a real man.  He sports a hipster type beard and short hair which makes him look more like a lumberjack. He also wears these really cool glasses at times that add a bit of an rough edge to him.

We met a few years ago while I was on a job interview in downtown.  He asked if I had a lighter for his cigarette which I did, although I don't smoke, I just happen to have one with me that day.  We hit it off right away.  We talked mostly about movies, science fiction and good places to eat.  After his break he gave me his number and I gave him mine.  Since then  we've became the of best friends.

I have always admired masculine guys.  They seem to have the best luck in the romance department but Steve seemed a little different.  I had always wondered why he never dated or gone out with woman.  Ladies would go up to him, talk to him, even dropping their phone number in his pocket only to be crumbled up and tossed  away.  He never seemed interested. I figured maybe he was "A" Sexual, a term used for people who are not interested in sex or relationships.

We do a lot together.   Hanging out, going to ball games, the gym, I even enticed  him to go with me to this invention and science fair that was being held in town.

On that evening as we were coming back from the invention and science fair,  I talked a lot about the newest inventions and the new possibilities that can change the way we do things.  One of them I talked about to Steve was "shrinking".  A way to possibly shrink a human being for extended times or even days. I talked about the inventor of this "Shrinking Machine" He, the inventor was  there showing off his new device but it seemed that some people were a bit sceptical on how it was done. Steve seemed  interested but also added his scepticism as well. It was the only booth that was pretty much empty. Very few people had any interest I guess.  He had a sign up sheet for those who were interested in it and another for volunteers.  The volunteer section was empty other than a name written and crossed off.  And the interested list only had a couple of names written in. At first I was going to volunteer to be shrunk but I backed away. I didn't want Steve to know how interested I was in shrinking.

The shrinking process took hours but it was said that one could be shrunk down to just below 2 inches to 1/2 inch depending on your natural size.  Enough to not get lost in a giants world but small enough to be able to explore it's surrounding.  I found that fascinating. The thought of being shrunk and seeing everything around me at enormous sizes sort of got me aroused.  Which brings me to this. I had always been fascinated by giants.  I always hid this feeling and never told anyone about it, but the thought of being overruled by a giant aroused  me. 

Several months had passed. One day Steve and I were driving around town coming back from the gym when we ran across a three bedroom house for rent. This was perfect since we both each had crummy, small apartments. We  jumped at the chance of getting something bigger and becoming roommates. 

He turned out to be a pretty good roommate.  Always on time with the rent and bills. He even cooks good. We did what we wanted and never got into each other's way.  Sometimes he would leave for a few days without telling anyone and I did the same.  We minded each other's business, no questions asked.  I liked it that way.

Although he was a clean, neat kind of guy, I did notice that he would wear the same black socks over and over again for days before getting them washed.  He'd come home every day after work, remove his OTC boots and socks, run his socks between his toes then he'd roll them up and stuff them back into his boots. It didn't bother me at first that he wore dirty socks for a week, or even the faint foot smell coming from his dirty socks , but it did  make me wonder why he did this.   One day I decided to ask him what the deal was.  At first he wondered why I'd ask him about his socks, but then he realized that it was a bit odd what he did so he explained.  He told me that dress socks wear out fast and washing them after one use made no sense to him. He said his socks last him much longer because he washes them after several uses not each time after one use. He said washing them so frequently wears the threads down causing them to tear easy and that's why we get holes in our socks so fast.  It made sense. I left it to that and never asked about it again.

I had always been attracted to Steve.  I would find myself at times fantasizing about him. He had strong muscular arms and legs and size 14  shoes to go along with his large wide feet.  I found his feet very attractive.  His toes were beefy and strong looking. Perfectly trimmed toe nails.  He has this gap between his large toe and second toe. I would imagine my nose shoved between them. From a distance they seemed  to have a good strong masculine smell to them. One night he fell into a deep sleep on the couch.  I knew this because he was snoring really loud. His legs were stretched out and his bare feet dangled at the edge of the couch.  I watched his toes wiggle a bit and his foot move around.  They looked so sexy and perfect.  I got close to them. Quietly and carefully I took a whiff of his foot.  I instantly got hard. They had this masculine foot odor to them, kind of like cedar and musk with a bit of leather foot funk. I sat back and watched his toes flex and foot wiggle around. I wanted to stay there sniffing them while I pleasured myself but I had to hold back.  I went to bed with the thought of his foot fresh in my mind.

The next day I decided to get in touch with the the guy at the science fair who claimed he could shrink humans.  I spoke with a man by the name of Dr. Russell Szkolink.  A tall, thin, handsome bearded man who looked sort of like Mel Gibson but twenty years younger.  We talked for a while  about his invention and how it worked.  He explained the pros and cons of being shrunk, but mostly pros. He said that my senses would be enhanced including my libido. He also mentioned something about my sight, about being able to explore in the dark.  I didn't understand that part too much but it didn't matter to me. I just wanted to be shrunk. 

First he had me sign a waiver before proceeding. (I gave him some bullshit story about how i wanted to do it for a science project.)  He placed some wires on me and monitored my heart.  He also checked my vitals.  I guess it was necessary for him to know I was in good physical health before doing the shrinking process.  He asked for me to return several times for a month so he could make sure I was a good candidate for this. He would let me know after running several blood test and physicals to make sure I would be able to handle being shrunk.

A month had passed and I heard nothing from Dr. Szkolnik. I was thinking that maybe I wasn't a good candidate for this. It wasn't until a few more weeks had passed before I finally heard from Dr. Szkolnik. He asked for me to come in. As soon as I walked in he began attaching wires throughout my entire body.  From the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet.  I looked more like a wired robot.  Some of the equipment was a bit bulky and heavy especially the ones that he wrapped around my chest. I asked him if this was another test, he tells me  "No, This is it." I was speechless for a moment, then I got nervous. Excited but nervous.  Being that I would be one of the few who could be shrunk was a bit overwhelming but Dr. Szkolnik assured me if I wanted out I could cancel without a problem.  I wanted this so I gave him the green light.

The first shock from the electrode was a bit painful, almost like a sharp knife jabbing me for five seconds throughout my entire body.  A few minutes later I felt really drowsy and my head was pounding like a bad hangover.  Everything around me was spinning. Then he gives me another shock but this time I felt my muscles feeling like they were turning into stone and I felt a burning sensation inside my body. For the most part from the beginning the shocks were painful but after a while the shocks were not be as painful as the first. This went on for about an hour.  After he was done my entire body felt sensitive to the touch.   Dr. Szkolnik explained to me that although my body will be small, my muscles will be much stronger and would endure any violent strikes or falls that may happen.  This was to protect my body from any physical harm. The whole thing was exhausting.  I felt like I had been thrown off a speeding truck by the time he finished.  I wasn't sure if this really was worth it and if it would really work.  An hour later he removed the wires and attachments and advised me to return home and sleep in a safe area.  He said it would be hours before anything would  happen.

It was late.   Steve was already in bed snoring when I came home.  I wanted to tell him what I had done but  i didn't want to wake him. I figured I would tell him all about it in the morning.

"Early Bird gets the worm"... shouts  Steve  as he peeks into my room.  I see him looking around as if I wasn't there.  I say "good morning ", but he walks away without any acknowledgement. I figured he didn't hear me. As I roll out of bed I notice that the sheets are  larger than normal. I look around and to my surprise I had shrunk.  I notice that I am also completely naked. My shorts are still under the bed sheets. Everything looks huge. My cell phone on the nightstand is the size of a car. The 13 inch TV I own now looks like a giant movie screen. I look up and the ceiling looks as high as the sky, almost taking my breath away. I could feel my heart beating really fast.  I'm really excited. 

I am not sure if I'm  dreaming or is it really happening. I call out to Steve and he doesn't answer. I look over to the edge of the bed and look down. The floor looks like it's miles below me but I know that I could jump down without hurting myself. So I jump.  As I hit the carpet floor I feel no pain. I can smell the carpet funk really strong and I can see the nooks and crannies on the carpet.  My shoes look really huge as I walk pass them. The chair legs next to my desk look like giant telephone poles and I could see the details of things I never knew were there.  Even dust particles look like tiny pin like snow flakes falling ever so slightly.  Other than the sound of Steve's radio playing from his bedroom everything around me is quiet except for a faint humming sound coming from the electrical outlets.  I didn't know that they made any sound.

The sound gets even louder as I pass them.  It's funny being this small.  My body feels so light. I can jump, fall and roll and not feel a thing. I can run better than when I'm normal size.  This is fun. I got to tell Steve about this. Steve had closed my bedroom door so i need to crawl under it. It looks like a giant wall. I crawl under the door and I'm now  standing in the hallway.  The hardwood floors in the hall look like a shiny endless horizon.   I walk towards the kitchen where I can hear Steve whistling while he cooks his breakfast on the stove. Boy will he be shocked when he sees me. As he prepares his breakfast, I can smell the boiling oatmeal as he stirs it up.  I run into the kitchen and Steve is as tall as the tallest building in downtown.  

From down here I could almost see in detail the hairs from his beard and mustache. His massive body is towering over me. He has no shirt on. His muscular chest and arms look strong  and powerful. He has this red and black dragon tattoo over his left arm and a broken black heart over his chest. You can see his huge giant dick swinging back and forth through his boxers.  His legs are huge and muscular with a slight amount of hair. They look so intimidating as he stands above me.  In front of me are his massive bare feet.  I call out to him and he doesn't hear me. I wave to him, try to make noises but nothing. As he is preparing his breakfast he almost steps on me. I keep dodging his foot as it flies  over me.  I run under the stove for cover.  With each step he takes, a soft wind and faint thump follow.  His every move stirs up a small wind storm.  I watch his toes flex  while he stands in front of the stove cooking. I try to get close to his foot, maybe,  i think to myself, if I hit him he will look down and see me, but as I get closer, his foot moves and nearly kicks me. 

I watch him take a spoon full of his oatmeal and he blows his breath on it to cool it.  Some oatmeal falls off and onto the floor and lands close to where i'm standing. Although it's not much to him it looks more like 5 bowl fulls to me at my size. Steve grabs a paper towel and places it over the spilled oatmeal and with his giant foot he wipes it up almost wiping me along with it. I watch his foot go round and round as it wipes up the mess. His giant hand reaches down and grabs the paper towel and he tosses it into the trash can.  I got to get his attention.  I call out to him but it seems that he can't hear my tiny voice.  He pours his oatmeal into a bowl and starts eating as he looks down on his cell phone reading his emails. I look around for anything that I could throw at him to get his attention. I hear his spoon scrapping the bowl.  He eats really fast and tosses his empty bowl into the kitchen sink. I got to work fast.   I see a coin nearby so I pick it up and toss it towards him but before It reaches him, he's already walking towards his room to shower.  I run after him to his room, calling out to him, but it falls on deaf ears. I hear the shower come on so now it's worthless trying to get his attention. 

I climb up his bed which is not on a frame. It's an easy climb. I stand on his sheets and try to figure out how to get his attention. I want to show him my new temporary size. I have a good view from up here. I see giant pairs of jeans folded neatly on top of a small desk next to his bed. A basket filled with dirty laundry sits near the closet where his jogging shoes are sticking out. They look huge, like the size of mansions even bigger.  I see his cell phone charger hanging off to the side, and a pen close to the edge of his desk. On the floor I see a broken wooden toothpick with some food still attached to it.  Everything around me is so massive.  I feel like the smallest creature around.  I'm afraid Steve won't even see me  because I'm so small.  Maybe if I stand where he could see me.  Maybe like close to the edge of the bed.  This way when he sits down I will be closer to his ears.  Finally I hear the  shower turn off and I can hear him drying himself off with a towel. The bathroom door opens and he tosses his towel on the bed right on top of me. 

I crawl out from under his damp towel and see him pulling his t- shirt over his head,  then puts on his shirt. I start jumping up and down waving at him as he buttons his shirt with his giant hands. He grabs a brush and brushes his hair and beard. His beard is thick and you can hear the brush combing through his hairs. He looks at himself in the mirror, and admires his good looks.  He grabs his pants,  put them on one leg at a time and buckles his belt. He bends over, pulls out his rolled up dirty socks from his black OTC leather boots, unravels them, and takes a seat right next to me nearly sitting on me. I bounce as he sits. The force almost throws me off the bed, but i grab the edge of his towel and I hold on. I watch him open his black socks and put them on each foot.  I start calling out to him but he still can't hear me.  Suddenly he grabs the towel and knocks me over. I try grabbing anything to stop the fall but it's too late.  I tumble over as I fall towards something dark and deep. I  close my eyes before I hit the ground. I fall on something soft but firm like a mat. 

I  open my eyes and I pick myself up.  At first I don't know where I am until I look around.  It looks like I'm in a large dark room. A smooth giant indented groove lays in the middle of the room and a wide round hole towers above me.  There in front of me is a dark slightly narrow  tunnel and the roof seems lower as you walk in.  A strong leather musky smell fills the air . The walls around me look sort of like a soft leather.  There is large stitching along the floor edge.   Above me i see the number 14W.  I see some gold word printed on the floor  but it looks like it's mostly rubbed off. As I get closer  I make out the word "BRUNOMAGLI" and thats when It suddenly hits me,  I have fallen into one of his dress boots.  He wears these OTC boots to work every day, I got to get out of here.  I could be trapped or even smashed if i dont get out. I hear his cell phone ringing and he walks over  to answer it.  He flicks his lighter as he lights up a cigarette.

I can see the cigarette smoke passing overhead as he exhales. He laughs as he converses on the cell phone while he continues hitting his cigarette. Inside his boot, upon closer inspection, the indentation I see is actually a footprint. His footprint  is permanently indented where his foot stands inside his boot.  If he smashes me, I myself will be a part of that indentation.  I begin to panic.  "How do I get out of here?" I ask myself.  I try to climb up the sides but there's nothing to grab onto.  I try jumping but that doesn't work.  I am desperate.  He could crush me and never know it. What have I done, I say to myself.  I finally grab onto a groove and try climbing upward but i slip back down rolling deeper into his boot.  I hear Steve walking back towards his boots and me! I get up and run to the opening again and start jumping up and down yelling "STEVE!!!" Hoping he could hear something from my voice, I call out "STEVE" again and again... I see his hand reaching for one of his boots....he reaches for one boot and then slowly slips it on.  i can hear his foot shove in as his boot slightly pushes against the floor. You can hear the air push out from inside the boot sealing his foot inside.

I start panicking.

scream out his name over and over with my loudest scream but my voice is muted over his singing. He really can't hear me.  I start to freak out. I try to scream as loud as i can cupping my hands over my mouth.  Now I'm almost crying.  I'm so freakin scared. I don't want to be squashed under his foot.   "PLEASE STEVE" I'm shouting. STOP!!  All I can hear is Steve singing while he's getting ready to put his foot in. I could see his face. He looks real serious  His hand brushes over his beard and scratches his bearded  chin. I stand there looking up at him. I feel my heart pounding like it wants to come out of my chest. I have never felt so helpless and small like I do right now.  To look up at this manly giant and to know he is now going to smash me under his giant foot petrifies me. I stand here ready to die. And now what almost seems to be playing in slow motion, he reaches down and grabs the boot that I'm in and brings it toward his socked foot.  I'm knocked over and start rolling away. I get up and i try running to the boot opening again so he could  see me, but the boot rocks and knocks me down back deeper into his boot as he slowly picks it up. He puts the boot back down. Again I run to the opening. I look up and scream out his name once more. It looks like he sees me, but he is really looking down at something else. I feel  invisible.

Why can't he hear me? 

Now his giant smelly black socked foot comes right towards me. Suddenly, his foot stops right over the opening and he pulls his foot back.  Maybe he did hear me. I feel a sense of relief for a second as I  watch Steve pulls up his sock and adjusts it over his giant calve.  Then he positions his foot over his boot and puts his foot back in.  His foot comes right towards me.  I'm hit with such a force as his foot pushes against me.  His giant toes thrust me forward dragging me violently under them to the front of his boot. His foot is sealed in. Everything is dark.  His toes wiggle in as they settle into his boot right on top of my legs..his giant foot is right on me.  The smell of his foot is strong.  My legs are nudged under his socked toes and im in this sitting position with my arms reaching out over his foot.  What is remarkable is that he did not crush me.  How can that be possible?

Then I remembered that Dr. Szkolnik said my body would be strong enough to withstand any violent trauma.  I try relaxing but I'm really scared. His large toe is pressing hard on my legs.  I feel stuck in this position.  It's hard to breath. I try to get comfortable but his big toe is holding me down. As my eyes began to focus I'm noticing that I could actually see everything as if there was a light source inside his boot.  My sight is inhanced, i can actually see everything in this dark place. Its like a dim light but I see everything. On his black dress sock in front of me I see the giant ribbed patterns, even the gold toe stitching across the toe area of his sock. Boy it's amazing how everything is so detail now. The threads of his look huge. His foot looks like it almost reaches to the roof of his boot but his toes still has a lot of room to move around.  I take a sniff of his foot. It's amazing how much stronger the smell is.

I look around.

The walls inside his boot have nudges and grooves from the weight of his foot. I can see bit of black threads from his socks tangled against the sides of his boots. I reach out and touch the walls of his boot. They feel damp. I smell my fingers and you can smell the foot odor thats embedded in the leather walls. His foot is really  pressing hard on me. I'm trying to scoot my body out from under his giant toes but each time I feel a little release he presses hard again.  I finally scoot between his massive big toe and second toe where it's more comfortable.  There seems to be a lot of room in the front area of his boot. It looks like I could stand up slightly near his toes but as I look further in it looks like I only have room to sit or lay down.  It's funny because you  hear noise as his toes move around. They make this ruffling sound, almost like the sound you hear when you crumble up a heavy starched cotton sheet, along with that you hear  thumping when his toes hit the floor of his boot. Its not so bad in here so far. His foot smell is really very strong and it seems to get stronger as it gets warmer.  I hear him grab his keys as he begans walking to his car.

As he's walks  I'm being pressed on hard against his socked toes which is really  uncomfortable.  He presses and releases with each step he takes. I find a way to get under his toes.   I lay myself  into  a fetal position and will wait until he stops walking. I feel the warmth of his foot. His sock is thick with foot and leather odor.  I am completely aroused.  Having this giant socked foot over my entire body like a blanket is a thrill in itself.  As I  look up from under his sock I  could see between his toes as his toes spread open as he walks. I hold on tight as he moves his foot and toes around hoping not to be pushed under the ball of his foot.  His toes are pressing hard on me with each step he takes, releasing them as his foot raises up before taking another step and pressing hard against me again. His socks are warm and wet with sweat.  The smell is really intense. Maybe it was the combination of the leather from his boots and the sweat of his foot that make his socks smell so strong.  I hear the keys going into the ignition of his car as he starts the car. His foot presses against me lightly, holding me down. I pass out with fright and pleasure.

A while passes as he gets to work. I awake to what sounds like faint voices.   I can hear him talking but everything sounds muffled,  just like a vibration.  Steve begins to moves his toes around a lot while he is standing. I'm sitting in front of his foot watching his toes. He  sits down to work and  his toes start to slowly wiggle around. I decided to relax and enjoy the ride.  I get under his socked toes.  First, the scrunching of his toes.  His toes all come together like a toe fist while I'm squeezed inside them. 

Then his toes relax. 

Again his toes scrunch and  move, scrapping me against  the bottom of his boot and against his toes.  I'm suddenly in front of his foot. His toes scrunch again repeatedly over and over landing me under and over his giant smelly socked toes. I feel like I'm in a washing machine as my body flips and turns as he moves around his giant toes and it's non stop.  I realize that this is only the beginning.  I'll be stuck in this paradise for more then 10 hours. I feel trapped with no way out. The air is hot and moist.  Seems to be hotter then a sauna in here.  I knew that I should have thought this out.  Maybe if I would have told him before, this would not have happened.  The thoughts come and go quickly as his toes continued to swirl me around inside his

boot. Smashing me, throwing me on top of his foot and then again under.  I never knew how violent inside a boot can be.  This continues on for what seems like hours.  Finally I can feel him relaxing  His smelly socks are gently pressing on me as his toes softly hold me against his foot.  His toes are wiggling gently around me now.  It smells like pure feet as I take it all in. I lay down under and between his massive big toe as it slowly goes up and down. I push my face against his sock and sniff.  I explode with pleasure.  I can feel a small hole and I stretch it open wide enough to squeeze in. I squeeze in between his big toe and second toe and both toes hold me together.  I'm thinking to myself that maybe he knows that I'm inside his boot but then again, I know he doesn't.  I think if he knew he'd take me out.  His toes are moist with sweat, you can see the beads of sweat coming off his giant toes. Each sweat bead emits a strong foot odor as my face is rubbed forcefully against them. It becomes almost impossible to hold on as I try to climb up to the top of his big toe.

I keep falling being so slippery with sweat.  His toes suddenly become violent, squeezing and rubbing me between them, pressing me, almost splitting my body apart. He may be feeling me between his toes and i think he's scratching his toes with me between them.  I try getting loose. Fearing that I may be pushed under the ball of his foot I crawl out of the sock hole and lay across the front of his boot.  I can feel and smell his foot as he moves his giant toes around in front of me.  Exhausted from getting out of his sock, I take a deep breath.  So here I am living my fantasy inside a giants boot.  Hours  pass and during this time I'm being thrust to the front of his boot and again under his giant toes, violently, back and forth.  I try moving myself towards his small toes where it seems to move around less.  As I get close to that area his toes force me back to the front again swirling me across his foot and under.  For a moment his entire big toe completely lays on top pulling me in and forcing me under it.  The pressure is so intense as he presses hard on me. His big  toe is pressing so hard on my face that I feel i can't get out.  I feel like i'm suffocating because his big toe is on my nose and mouth and  it's hard to breath.  Then suddenly he releases his foot and I quickly crawl to where his small toes rest. It feels safe next to his small toe. I have just enough room to lay down between the side of his boot and his small toe. I lay my face just below his small toe where it was gently moving, not violent like the bigger toes.  I press my nose against his sock and pleasure myself again but this time his toes do all the work.

As my erected dick is pushed up against his sock, his toe moves gently but firmly on it and it takes me to an explosive orgasm.  It's starting to feel real good inside his boot.  Having his whole foot to myself, sniff whenever I want, cum multiple times.  I start to feel better.  I go back for another ride. His toes scrunch and pull me towards his big toes, his socks wet with sweat and the strong masculine smell is all over. I let his toes take over me,  overpower  me and smash me under them, pressing my entire body against his toes and socks.  I land upside down then I'm  pushed upward towards the top of his foot,  then back down under his foot. This keeps going  on for hours and in between I pleasure myself with the help of his toes.

Nine or so hours have passed.  Steve is now on his way home.  His foot presses against me as he drives. Since I'm  more calm then I was this morning, I realized that I had fallen  into his right boot because I feel him pressing the accelerator against me. My back can feel the vibration of the car engine as he presses on the accelerator.   His toes are moving around less.  I just have to hold on because I kept sliding down and I want to remain up by his giant toes.  I'm enjoying it when he hits the breaks,  his toes spread out as he presses on me. It feels really good too because his warm moist sweaty smelly sock totally engulfs my face and body.  The odor is so intense and strong. I could stay like this forever. I find a small groove below his big toe and I position myself in a way so I won't slip down.  The ball of his foot will smash on me too hard and it would be way too uncomfortable, plus I would easily slip downward towards his heel and then I could  really be crushed to death,  so this is important I stay where I'm at. I'm safe here. 

My dick is right up against his sock as he gently moves them around and I explode again with pleasure. I have never cum so many times in one day. Each time I cum it's feels better than the last one.   His foot  taps  on me while he's driving. I  hear music playing so I guess he's enjoying the music. It's really wet in here and hot. His feet really sweat a lot. I can feel vapors of sweat from his foot and toes constantly like a tropical foot forest.  His foot scent is now become my entire being.  Every part of my body is wet and my dick is stiff as wood.   I feel like I can cum several more times.  Oh man his foot is now pressing hard on me and again I explode with pleasure.   This is really enjoyable. I feel this tremendous amount of energy and I'm floating in a cloud of foot pleasure. 

As he pulls up to the driveway he gets out of his car and walks into the house.  His toes are moving less and he presses on me for a while. I hear him drop onto the couch as I bounce around in his boot.  He crosses his right leg and shakes it like a martini shaker.  How long is he going to do this, I'm freaking getting dizzy with all this shaking. Finally, he removes his boots.  I hold on to his sock as he removes his boots.  I let go and I fall under the couch. He pulls off his socks then rolls them up and stuffs them back into his boots.

I stand there looking at his massive feet,  his toes moving up and down while he airs them out.  My naked body is still wet from my giants foot sweat.  I can hear him talking on the phone. He raises up both legs and places his feet and legs on the coffee table.  I sit down wondering if I should try getting his attention. How would he react?  Would he freak out?  Would he let me do this sort of thing again? I don't know what he would think.  He doesn't even know what I feel or think about him.   After thinking about it for a while I decided to keep quiet. Maybe it would be better keeping this to myself. This will be my little secret.