Finger Footstool

Hi everybody! What a fourth of July I had! I went to this bar that has a big deck outdoors, they had a live band and the place was packed! Next to the deck (which is about 2 and 1/2 feet from the ground) there are benches, and the deck rail design allowed easy access for someone sitting on the bench to slip a hand and even a whole arm through to be stepped on by the many potential stompers there! This one girl, a cute blonde a little on the heavy side, probrably 200lbs, was sitting on a bar stool on the deck near the railing. I sat un-noticed on the bench below her and reached through the rail. She was wearing bluejeans and well-worn black Reebok sneakers, resting her feet on the barstool footrest ring. PERFECT! I put my fingers on the side of the ring, under her sneakers,and started applying slight pressure to get my fingers on top of the ring, thus having my fingers be her footrest. At first it seems impossible, you think she'll never move enough for you to get your fingers under. But I've found out (years ago) that if you keep up steady pressure and wait for a break (like a weight shift, or even just normal rocking movement, ever-so-slight) usually within 5 minutes you're in, having your fingers crushed by a girl who has no idea she's doing it. And this worked perfectly, she stepped on my fingers without mercy for at least an hour. When she'd get up to go to the bathroom I'd give my hand a break (lick my fingers!) and try to get some feeling back, but when she returned before she got her feet on that rung my fingers were there. The last time I did it my fingers were positioned so that her right foot had my pinkey all to itself and her left foot had my other three fingers. After 10 or so minutes of this it was getting so I couldn't feel my poor pinkey! (pretty heavy girl, god love her!) I decided it would be best to move on, so I started to flex my hand a little, hoping she'd notice and move her foot. After a while she noticed and moved her left foot off my fingers, she looked down and saw my fingers she'd been stepping on. My pinkey was still trapped under her other foot, so I couldn't pull back even if I wanted to which at that point I didn't want to move them anymore because if she'd step back on them knowingly, well that's a whole different thrill! About a minute went by, I guess she was discussing the situation with her boyfriend sitting across from her. Finally her boyfriend gets up, leans over the rail and said "Whatchya doin', holding down the chair?" I mumbled something, and he said "could you move your hand, my girlfriend want's to put it there." "I'm kind of stuck." I said. The girl looked down and realized for the first time she was stepping on my pinkey, she moved her foot and I got my hand back. My poor pinkey was FLAT and red, with deep tread marks. Nothing more was made of the incident, I'm sure they had the usual "what a freak" conversation and some chuckles afterwards. I loved it, and I managed to keep my hand under women's feet for most of the day.