"Your shoes"

"My what?"

"And your socks." Oliver added. He shrugged, "I like feet."

"I am not giving you my shoes and socks!" Sandry said.

"Okay." Oliver slipped his camera into his pocket, "You know, I might even get a whole page article about the photo."

Sandry sighed.

"These shoes cost me twenty quid."

"I'll give them back to you next week. But I'm keeping the socks."

Sandry slipped her black ballet pumps off of her feet, then tugged off her white socks. She stood barefoot on the cold classroom floor, her dainty little toes painted with red nail varnish.

"Very nice." Oliver smiled as he looked at her feet. Sandry slapped her footwear on his desk.

"Now, delete that photo!"

"Okay." Oliver brought his camera back out, showed Sandry the display on the back of it. There was a very revealing shot of her split trousers, red and blue cookie monster knickers, Sandry's face in profile as she half-turned. Oliver pressed a button, bringing up a box asking if he was sure he wanted to delete it. He looked at Sandry and raised his eyebrows, she glared at his until he selected yes.

"Thank you." Sandry said, "I assumed you would do the right thing."

"Yes," he replied, "you also assumed I only took one photograph."