The “Miserably Married Snakus” Toad
Meet Mikey, the “miserably married snakus” toad, who Zeni meets while vacationing in the Abacos Islands. While Zeni is sitting at a restaurant bar, having dinner and reading a book, Mikey and his brother, Richie, plop down on some nearby barstools.
Mikey strikes up a conversation with Zeni and offers to buy her drink. When Zeni’s tab arrives, Zeni realizes she doesn’t have enough cash or a credit card to cover it. Mikey graciously pays Zeni’s tab with a promise that Zeni will buy him a drink the next time they see each other on the island.
For the next couple of months, Zeni and Mikey e-mail each other, exchanging updates on their respective companies with Mikey closing his e-mails by asking what type of shoes Zeni is wearing. On one occasion, Zeni decides to answer him about her shoes and what Mikey sends in response catches Zeni by surprise. Finally, a few months later, Zeni and Mikey meet again at the restaurant bar.
What happens between Zeni and Mikey the second time they meet? Does Mikey expose himself as being a cross-dresser who loves women’s shoes, or does he have another type of wart that sets off some alarm bells?
Find out more about Zeni’s escapade with the “miserably married snakus” toad in chapter seven. You may find you are more than a little shocked by Mikey’s outlandish behavior.
Preview Excerpt from Chapter Seven
After first meeting Mikey in the Bahamas, Zeni meets up with him again several months later at the same restaurant bar. The scene starts here:
Sure enough, when eight p.m. on the thirty-first of the month rolled around, I found Mikey sitting at the bar of the restaurant where we first met. As I approached him, he rose from his barstool, planting a kiss firmly on my right cheek.
“Zeni, it’s great to see you. You look spectacular this evening.”
“It’s great to see you as well.”
“Another great pair of shoes,” he said, staring down at the strappy, gold, high-heeled sandals I was wearing, which complemented one of my favorite multicolored sundresses.
“Thanks,” I replied, taking a seat on the empty barstool next to Mikey.
“I don’t know if I told you this or not. Or maybe you’ve figured it out for yourself. But I have a little bit of a shoe fetish.”
“No, you never did mention it. But I kinda got that impression from your emails.”
“What can I say? I get really turned on when I see a great-looking pair of women’s shoes. I remember the pair you were wearing the night we met⸺silver, high-heeled sandals that crossed around the ankles—hot, really, really hot.”
Warts & Imperfections
- stays married despite purported misery
- engages in practice of swinging and swapping
- bizarre shoe fetish