"Hey, buddy! Glad you could make it to our little get-together." Matt opens the door wearing a sleeveless blue shirt that flatters his buff arms and a pair of grey shorts. Judging by the beer in his hand and the chattering coming from inside, you guess there's a party going on.
Tom steps inside and kicks his sandals off by the door. You slip from between his toes and land in the heel groove of the well-worn old sandal which smells so strongly of Welling's musky feet and now lies amidst the footwear of many other celebs.
"Come inside and meet the guys, dude. And grab yourself a beer." Matt's hand on Tom's shoulder, the two men walk off down the hall and you watch their bare feet arch and flatten against the tiles..
Now you're alone, and eager to escape Tom's smelly sandal. But you're a little nervous about facing the outside world at your size just yet, so you..
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