It's been three weeks since I met that woman. I keep these videos and photos as souvenirs, but I don't share them. No one needs to know. I was wondering if I would see this woman again, but despite the fact that I visited restaurants and fast foods like KFC almost every day, I did not find her and somehow did not notice interesting shoes on other women's feet.

In the late afternoon, I was walking around bookstores to buy the traffic code. It would be nice to have a driver's license finally but practicing the traffic code on a cell phone is not always convenient. And so I ended up in a bookstore in a shopping mall. Of course, I didn't just buy it right away, I was also interested to check the other books on the shelves. So after getting the traffic code I was still looking around.

While I was looking around, I noticed two women. One was in black flats, tan ped socks, turquoise pants, and a polka dot shirt. I already knew what to look at. But her friend reminded me of someone... As soon as I saw her heels slipping off her shoes, I immediately knew who I was seeing. It was the same woman who had those shiny black pumps. Now she had on a pair of very low cut black leather flats with a gold lining, and a white dress (for the rest of the story, I'll call her "the woman with the dress" or "the shoeplay lady"). Her shoes looked pretty well worn and weren't as appealing to me as her shiny black pumps, but since she was wearing them, I wasn't going to be picky. Both women were blondes. They separated, each of them went in a different direction, so it was time to start playing dodgeball.

I knew I had to act fast. I took out my cell phone and turned on the hidden camera (an application you already know). I pretended to keep looking at the books. This time I was standing at a table that had some books on it. I noticed that the woman in turquoise pants came up to me (from now on I'll call her "The trousers woman"). She was also looking at the same books. Since I had my cell phone set horizontally, I was recording her shoes. I was telling myself to point the lens well. I repeated the same trick I did three weeks ago. I crouched down and pretended to tie my shoe. I put the cell phone horizontally on the floor. I had some trouble targeting her feet well because she kept moving one foot. One time forward, another time backward. For a few seconds, I could admire how she was standing still or for a moment her shoe rested only on the heel, uncovering her clean shoe sole. It's actually after viewing the video at home that I noticed that she had a tiny mole on her ankle. When I was pretending to continue to do something with my shoelaces, the trousers woman walked to a nearby bookcase and walked past me to her friend.

While they were talking about something, I got up and looked at the books again, and everytime I could I was observing what they were doing. They were in front of me, but they couldn't see me. I then saw the woman with the dress (the one I met three weeks earlier) exposing her bare feet, so I got another idea to keep the appearances. There were two sofas standing between us. It's a rare sight, but since they were there, I thought they could be useful.

I used them. I sat on the sofa. I was pretending to look something on my cell phone (I had a bookstore's offer on the screen), but in fact, I was trying to record their feet. They were to my right, but it was hard to target well because of this table between the sofas, especially while I was recording horizontally. The trousers woman walked past me but quickly walked past me again. She was in front of me by the bookcase. She was clearly looking for something. It was probably the popular science book section. But she returned to her friend, told her something, and returned to her bookcase.

At the same time, I noticed that one of the shoes of the woman with the dress had fallen on the floor. She quickly slipped it back on, but then it fell down again. Only her toes were still inside. Because I knew I couldn't get more from the place where I was sitting, I got up and went to a nearby bookcase. I was pretending to browse the books again. I was surprised when I noticed that she was approaching me. I was scared for a moment because I thought she had noticed that I was pointing the lens at her feet, but there was nothing like that. When I heard one of her shoes fall on the floor, out of the corner of my eye I saw that she quickly slipped her foot back inside her shoe. Perhaps my presence was very embarrassing for her. I wasn't surprised. But it was surprising to see that even when she was standing on one foot, the shoe of her other foot (which was above the floor) was immediately falling off. I even thought for a moment about helping her. I would just ask if I should reach for something, but I did nothing. I was curious about the further development of the situation.

And it happened when I heard the trousers woman saying "I got it!". Whatever it was, the woman with the dress walked away immediately. I understood they were buying some book. I thought it might be worth following them for a while. And especially to walk behind the lady who was heelpoping with every step...

I followed them with the recording still on. I put my cell phone to my knee and walked on, hoping something would happen. I kept a safe distance. You never know if they would become suspicious. I had to go slowly because they were walking so slowly. They were talking about something, but because of the music in the background and people walking, I couldn't hear anything. I expected that it would take a while. Because I had bought what I wanted, I was practically following these ladies just to extend my time there. I looked with interest at the offers of a nearby travel agency. And suddenly I almost fell over. I stepped on something slippery, like ice or a banana peel. When I turned my head, I knew what had just happened. I had stepped on one of the shoes of the shoeplay lady, and because of me, her empty pump had slid far away. I was confused: I was a little shocked, a little sad, and happy about this turn of events.

Nevertheless, I felt compelled to apologize. I didn't have to turn around because she walked past me quickly. But I walked past her friend and looked behind the columns. I don't know how much her shoe suffered, but I must have crushed it and maybe left a mark. People were walking around her empty shoe until the woman with the dress retrieved it. She was cleaning it with her hand. She didn't look happy. I felt a little sorry for her. It was an accident. But the trousers woman... looked amused. She still had that funny expression on her face when she approached her friend. Did she know her "case"? Did she also wish that such a misfortune would befall her friend?

I escaped from there, turned off the recording, and took the escalator to quickly see what movies were in the cinema before returning back home. Unfortunately, this time something was happening to my shoelaces that kept coming loose. I crouched down and tried to tie them. This happened while I was near the transition to the car park. And for my... luck these two women walked past me. I don't know if they saw me or worse - recognized me - but I didn't hear any voices. They just walked away. I only noticed them when I looked up. The woman with the dress was walking towards the car. She opened the passenger side door and got in. And of course, while she was getting in, her right shoe just remained on the ground while she was lifting her foot inside the car. She quickly picked it up and closed the door.

I felt a bit terrible after this incident. I wanted to record the feet of both women because I adore them when they walk in such or similar shoes. I tried not to get caught, but because of me, because of this accident, the shoeplay lady had got embarrassed. Am I a bad person?