After an extended 'lost weekend' in Amsterdam I found myself strangely and powerfully attracted to women's shoes (an all too common occurrence, I am told).  But the shoes I was attracted to weren't just any woman's shoes.  They were the ones worn by the Sister who was ministering to the ladies behind the glass on the street where I was living.  To this day I don't know what they looked like (they were covered at all times by her long and flowing habit), but I knew they were there, calling out to be treasured forever and ever--to be loved and adored with an intensity that placed them beyond the reach of any other worldly fetish."