On my free Sunday I got a message at 1 p.m. A fan wanted to lick my feet outdoors. Since the weather was great we met on a deserted track. We agreed that it would only be about my feet. So I stayed in the car. When he came around the corner I rolled down the window and held my feet out to him. He licked my toes and soles. It was a great feeling. That's how you imagine a relaxed Sunday.