You began scaling her bare leg, which is pretty frickin difficult due to how well-shaved she made sure it was. You inch up, occasionally finding a hair that's just long enough to grasp firmly, after all, you're only one inch tall so the hairs are like dowels to you. This next move's gonna be tricky though, the next hair is a little high, you're going to have to jump up to reach it. By now, Anna has taken a seat so stability is not an issue. You're just praying you can reach the hair by jumping. You throw yourself up and grasp wildly, but completely miss. You start plummeting towards the ground and look to see where you will land. Oh crap! Apparently Anna had a foot itch and slid her foot out of the sneaker! You fall right in to the moist, sticky heel section. You're surrounded by an awful, cheesy/vinegary smell and a crap load of humidity. Within the first ten seconds that you're in there you're already soaked with sweat, though you're not sure if it's hers or yours. Suddenly your entire world becomes angled as she picks up her sneaker to put it back on. You tumble helplessly down the moist, slick, smelly surface all the way to the toe section. You hear a scratching noise which can only be one thing. You look towards the light of the exit of her shoe and see the sock that was once white (now a nice tan brown from her sweat) coming towards you, with her foot in it of course. You push yourself against the wall, hoping you'll have enough space. The front of her second toe hits you in the face though, just barely. There's no room to move, and you're trapped against the sock. Gradually, everything that you had thought about the shoe became magnified times ten. The humidity got unbearable as your shirt was soaked with a combination of both yours and Anna's sweat. The stink magnified to create the most rotten blend of bad locker room stench, lindbeger cheese, and a nice stale vinegary stench. The sock-encased toe presses against you, you wish she would wear bigger sneakers but tennis players can't run the risk of slipping out of their shoes. It JUST fits her smelly feet. She has no idea you're down here, and it's only getting worse. When the hell is she gonna take these rank things off? Suddenly, the sneaker begins to move. Do you...
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