It was winter. It had snowed lightly—an inch, or so—the day before. Now it was sunny, but very cold.

Jenny and I were in the backyard. She sat in a chair in the grass, and I stood close to her.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Ready," she answered.

"Ok. 1, 2, 3!"

She slipped her shoes off and put her bare feet in the snow. Meanwhile, I started the stopwatch function on my watch.

"You have tough feet!"

She smiled. "I've got to keep my reputation as Barefoot Jenny!"

"Now, please don't do this longer than necessary; I wouldn't want you to get frostbite on your tootsies!"

"Don't worry, Carl!"

"What's your longest time, going barefoot in cold weather?"

"About five minutes."

"Ever done that on a case?"

"Not yet, but you never know! That's why I'm doing this."

"I see."

"Why don't you try it, Carl!"

I smiled. "Oh, no. My feet aren't as hardy as yours!"

We both chuckled.

This continued for a few minutes. She would sometimes shift her feet around in the snow. I must admit seeing her do this test made me more than a little concerned!

Seeing my concern, she said, "Carl, I told you, don't worry! I know my limits."

"Ok."

We waited a few more minutes. Finally, she said, "I've had enough."

She put her shoes back on, and I stopped the timer.

"7:42. Not bad at all!"

I helped her up, and we went in the house. A tub of hot water was already prepared and on the floor by the living room couch. She put her feet in it. After a few minutes, she put them in my lap. I dried them and gave her a long foot massage.

"Thanks, Carl. Your always here for me, aren't you?"

"Always!"

We kissed.

"Let's do it one more time tomorrow."

"Ok."

"I think I'll wear nylon socks. That's what I usually wear on jobs."

"Wear the navy-blue ones; they look especially cute on your feet!"

She smiled. "Sure, Carl!"