Sometimes when a man ain't around, her feet can be a woman's best companion. Lovely Kami discovered that truism the first moment her joints told her she could clog her nasal passages with her ankle bone. After that, making love to her own toes became a simple matter. Kami discovered what works best is small talk and the lingering odor of two year-old tennis shoes that have yet to see the inside of a washing machine. "Close your eyes and pretend," she says. And seconds later Kami is in dream land thinking of Big Sal, his brutish, hulking ways and B.O.. Sal ain't around any more, doing a ten-year stretch, so Kami, in the mean time, has to rely on a very active imagination.