The Internet

The Internet

The Internet

by

Jason Reed 

I am a computer freak!  I have no wife or kids however I live the life of a

rich man.  I hate my job but hey it pays the bills...I am a lawyer of course.  A

defense attorney and a good one at that.  I am currently working on a murder

case and of course I am defending someone who is guilty as hell.  I dont care

though its my job to win and funny I always do.  I am Dr. Peter Shultz.  I am

defending Mr. Ottis " Kane " Jenkins and yeah I love this trial.  He killed this

woman, " Anita Wallace ", husband and damn did he do a number on him.  Two shots

from a 38 to the chest and 3 stab wounds to the face.  I can honestly say that I

have seen worse however not quite like this one.   I mean, this case is too

easy.  My whole law team was even shocked that even though all the evidence was

indeed linked to Mr. Jenkins however the time just did not match for him....no

witnesses.

         The Judge is just about to finish this case.  " The jury...aswell as

myself find the defendent, Ottis Jenkins, not guilty."  There was chaos in the

court room.   I have never heard such noise and yet I was laughing about it. 

All of a sudden Anita walked up to me and as I expected she was pissed.  " You

son of a bitch.  I wont let you get away with this.  You or your client.  Your

asses belong to me and frankly I may even be somewhat playful with my revenge,"

Anita said.  I did not really care for what she had to say but at the same time

I took it as a threat.  In court there was alot of talk about her character. 

She said that she was involved in some sort of internet service.  Something that

had to do with dating and I have also heard that she had gotten no complaints

about her service.  Everyone that went on a date, blind date at that, ended up

together but I never heard the outcome of any of the dates.  She was popular for

this I guess.  Somewhat of a millionaire but only in spirit or pretty much in

style but not so in life.

              The month of February was finally over.  As usual before a long

day at the office is completely over with, I was just messing around with the

internet and just like that I was sent an email by an old friend.  It was

Anita.  This was real good:

             Peter,

         I am sorry for what I said to you in court a month ago.  I know that

its just your job to win court cases and frankly I took it to heart.  The look

you gave me had me thinking of what you may have thought about me the whole

trial and I must say that you are a very intellingent man.  You are right.  I

did not really care for my husband that much to begin with but I am a woman of

fact and justice and I dont believe in killers walking off.  So, someone from

your law team refered you to me about dating problems.  Well, I have a password

here for you..." KITVY "!  This well get you into my site and I believe that you

will find it very interesting.  Dont mind me though and I hope that you and I

could maybe move on professionally if not friends.  Again, take care and have

fun on my site. 

Sincerly,

Anita

              That was a real thoughtful letter!  I accepted her apology.  I

have been in that sort of situation numerous times before anyway and eventually

people usually understands.  I then left the office and headed home.   I was

dying to see what this web site was like.  I had finally gotten home!  I noticed

that my door was open.  I walked in very carefully and begin to look around. 

This would take almost 30 minutes do to the size of my house which was like a

mansion.  No one was there and everything was accounted for.  Damn.  There was

another room that I did not check and frankly I could care less!  Its right next

to my living room anyway and thats where I am headed.  When I reached the living

room I sat down there at the computer to check this web site Ms. Anita was

talking about.  Wow, this is great.  After I saw the front page, which was

filled with drop dead gorgeous women big and small, I just went further into the

second page which just had options and at the end it had two options, one said

temporary and the other  said lifetime.  I was so interested in this that I just

hit lifetime....the hell with the reading!  Some of the words were like jibirish

and we all know how computers get at times. 

                Well, I entered a chat line....wait a minute.  What the hell

happened to the chat line.  My screen just turned into this blue light.  I got

up and just as I was about to hit the keyboard I fell.  I then looked up and

noticed that I was laying flat on my back.  I got up and started to brush myself

off a bit then I noticed something else....I was looking up and the underside of

my desk.  WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!  Suddenly, the room next to the living

room, had a door which opened very slow like.  I was terrified.  I looked up and

I saw a face that I had not seen in a month.....it was Anita!  She was looking

down at me with an evil grin. She was tall.  A tall ebony goddess looking down

at a small ebony antman!  I could not believe it.  I really could not believe

it!  Just as I was about to take off she stomped her foot dead in my tracks. 

She was wearing bowling shoe like mary janes with a square toe!  I was in

shock.  She then reached down with her bare hands and picked me up.  She then

brought me to her eyes and begin to speak to me.  " You fool.  I told you that

you would love my dating service. Lets see, you were looking for an African

American women 5' 6"-6' 0" tall weighing in between 140-175Ibs.  Hey, I am not

seeing anyone at all.  I am 5' 11", and I weigh 170!  Not bad!  Lets see and how

long did you want to be part of this program....LIFETIME!!!  Oh Peter we are

going to have a great...life together!"

                  I should have read it more clearly but did it really

matter.  I was now a toy.  I could be squashed in an instant with no regrets of

anything!  Anita then took me over to the couch in the living room.  She was

squeezing the piss and crap out of me I mean literally. " Ahh, am I squeezing

you to death....thats just too bad because I have fixed it  to where you cant

die from my torment until I decide to make you you die," she said.  She then sat

on the couch and took off her right shoe.  " You know something Peter.  You

really dont know how helpful you and your old client is going to become.  You

see Ottis checked on to my sight too.  I guess thats why you have not heard from

him at all.  Well, I will tell you what.  If you can stop twitching I may let

you talk to him."  I then stopped all squirming in which I begin to cry.  "

Thats better ", she said.  She then took off her left shoe but she brought this

one to my face.  I was in shocked to the horrible smell of the inside of this

bowling mary jane shoe but then I looked again and noticed something.  I saw a

patch of dirt and then next to it I saw something that looked like a human eye. 

I then started moving my eyes down more towards the toe section in which I saw a

human nose that looked grossly contort and flat.  I then heard something that

basically made my eyes bigger than they have ever been.  " Peter...Help me ". 

Oh no it was Ottis.  He had become the Anita 's Human Insole. 

             " Ahh, does'nt he sound cute? ", Anita said.  I did not find

this amusing at all.  She then went on.  " Well, since you are now reacquanted,

its time for you, Peter, to move into one of your new places".   My right shoe. 

She than placed me in the shoe and placed both her shoes on the floor.  I did

not know what to say.  The stench was the worse thing that I had ever smelled. 

I then heard Ottis speak again. " Please...I cant go on!  Somebody help. 

Somebody please. Sombodymmmmfff!" That was the last I heard from Ottis.  Anita

had put her left shoe on.  I then knew what was coming next.  I tried everything

in my power to try and stand up but I could'nt because the surfice, to me at my

size, was incredibly slippery.  I then saw Anita's foot descending and just like

that with an instant her toes entered the shoe and then the rest of her

foot.  All I heard was laughter from her and then a spoooff sound.  Due to air

pressure my ears stopped up like I was in an air plane or something.  Ahh the

pain was terrible.  She then began to walk like there was no problem and in

fact I just like Ottis was flat in an instant.  Ottis was grossly spread around

like he was some stretch doll and I begin to find my self contort aswell.  The

more she walked the more it felt like my left arm was at my feet and my nose was

going to my ass and my eyes was popping out and then I was twisted and flattened

and squashed.  The process would not let up.  Where was she going?  Is this my

lifetime internet prize?  Will I live the rest of my life as an insole?  I could

only smell nothing but foul odor.  Foot sweat went into my longs as though it

was ment to be there.  I felt as if though her shoes should have been called

Nike " Airfrommales ". 

           I could not tell what was going on but all of a sudden the walking

had stopped and then I heard a car start.  Now I realized that She must have

been in the car.  I did not understand what would happen now or where I was

going but what difference would it make now.   The only thing Ottis and I could

do now is just wait and worry.

              TO BE CONTINUED                               

The Internet II: The Bitch

 

                   I was crying.  I am no longer a man of earth but rather a

first of the dreaded Nike " Airfrommales ".  This is not fair.  The rumbling and

rolling of the car engine stopped and I just begin to accept reality and try to

do my best with the pain.  My life was over or at least as I had known it.  Now

I am nothing more than an insole.  I begin to noticed that through the ride I

had begin to inflate which was like a relaxing period but yet I was still sore. 

With in an instant of the car stopping I begin to feel a great weight of mass

press me into the very depths of the shoe.  Anita must have been standing.  Then

just like that, I felt my body start to stretch again.  Then twist. Then

stomped.  Then crushed.  The more Anita walked the more I slid around aswell but

to wear.  There were times when I saw Anita's toes.  Then I saw her arch.  Most

of the time I could'nt see anything and I then again I realized that Anita may

have bought these shoes a little loose.  I guess thats why I could have an

occassional breath of fresh air.  What good did it do though since I was no loger

known to the rest of mankind.  This was horrible.  Why should I even care about

anything?

 

          Suddenly the walking stopped.  I could not take the pressure any

longer.  Anita must have been standing up.  I then felt some relief as the

weight and pressure let up all of a sudden but I was still close friends with

her foot.  I was flat on my back...well...if you can call it that.  My body I am

quite sure no longer looked like a human being at all.  Suddenly, I begin to see

some light.  I thought that I must have been dead.  My new prespective in which

looked strange I guess could match that of laying on your back looking up in the

air with an all black building at your head.  I realized that I was looking at

the underside of a chair that obviously Anita was sitting in.  I then begin to

hear but only out of one ear.  The other ear felt like it was super glued to the

inside of Anita's shoe.  I was so twisted I could not tell you my right from

left.  I heard other voices and it kind of sounded like they were all

operators.  Then I heard Anita's voice.  " Yes sir I will your new web site code

will be:

                                           JGHYUKA "

              All I could think was that I would hope that there would not be

another to suffer the punishment that Ottis and I have gone through.  Anita went

on but this time with an employee.  " Ms. Francis ", she said.  " I would like

to see you in my office."  Just like that Anita stood quickly and her smelly

black nyloned hells came crashing down back in the shoe.  Before her heels

entered the shoes both Ottis and myself screamed in unison, " Heeelpp ".  It

obviously got no one's attention in which both our voices were muffled then cut

off with a speroof sound.  Once again the weight and then walking.  My mind

could no longer take this.  It smelt like being in a hot scorching dog pound. 

Then just like before all stopped and my view ended up the same as when Anita

sat down before, her toes in the shoe and heels directed upright.  I then heard

a faint sound coming from the other shoe, " ple----a--seee, release me! Please I

cant ta-ke i-t any-----m--ore"...it was Ottis.  He had been going through this

longer than I have.  He then went on.  " I just w--aanna- die!! ".  I understood

the feeling.  Nothing could ever smell this bad or be this painful.  Anita is an

attractive woman but a real bitch and probably the worst at that. 

              Anita beigin to speak to this Francis lady. " Francis!  You

really expect me to believe that you lost in contact with this man.  You do

realize what all the women that work for my firm here are really suppose to do. 

On the male side of this which might I ad is co owned by Albert Redding, its a

perfect administration but I only have one objective and thats is for this firm

to be overtaken by women. This is our firm.  Mr. Redding is nothing and belive

me if I have to get involved to eliminate Mr. Redding then I will"--- Francis

then cut Anita off.  " Listen Anita, All this is is a stupid dating service

which you fail to realize is jointed for both men and women in this nation and

all you care about is being rich and famous.  You fail to admit what happened to

Dr. Shultz and his client a couple of days ago its all over the media.  For all

I care you can just take this job that I have as one of those call girls and

shove it up your ass!  I dont need this you ungreatful bitch and I think you had

something to do with both of those gentlemen.  The hell with Ottis!  Why Dr.

Shultz? I know you have people, friends, connections.  I belive that you had Dr.

Shultz either kidnapped or murdered.  With that said bitch...I quit."

                     Wow, Ms. Francis actually cares.  I then heard Anita's

office door slam.  " That bitch ", Anita said.  Anita then for the first time

spoke to both Ottis and I with no form of compassion or thanks for I guess how

pleasent we have been to her feet. " You two will forever be mine and I could

care less what the media will say when they contact me.  I believe that I will

just keep you two as humble insoles.  I do think that it would be a good idea

for Ms. Francis and Mr. Redding to come over my house  for dinner to discuss

buisness.  I could really care less if they find what I have to say is full of

shit but then again if they do I dont care because I think that they both

are...now that I think about it-" , she then stopped.  Anita spoke again.  "

Well boys, I am sure you cant stand the smell of my feet but hey its been a long

evening.  You just have to get use to the night shift.  Well, its time for

lunch."   Just like that Anita lowered her heels in which this time nothing was

said by either myself or Ottis.  I guess we begin to accept the reality and try

our best not to piss Anita off.  We did not know what she had in store for us. 

Suddenly the pressure came back, the smell, and then the walking.  Once again I

begin to twist slide and cry.  I guess Anita was on her way to lunch but where?

              Oh wow no more pressure Anita must be sitting down again.  I

cant tail.  For some reason it feels like I am rocking on a boat.  I cant say

that its making me dizzy since I am now somewhat inbeded or what some may called

" IMPRINTED ", to the made insole of Anita's shoe.  What am I saying? I might

aswell be considered the insole.  Suddenly I saw light again.  Oh she must have

her legs crossed.  By now I wanted to puke due to the constant rocking of her

legs and of coarse old flat me in the shoe.  It feels good to know that there

people looking for Ottis and I but its not like they will ever find us!  I

wanted to scream but at the time I was pretty much like Ottis...short winded.  I

then heard Anita's voice.  " Hi Ms. Francis.  I want to apologize for my actions

towards your employment here over recent weeks.  I first off want to make one

thing clear that I had nothing to do with the disappearences of Ottis Wallace or

Dr. Peter Shultz.  I would like to invite you to dinner tommorow night if you

dont have any other plans to discuss possible promotion for you in the company. 

Perhaps an associate on my web site.  I would love to see you with a mansion

such as mine.  Yes, yes..good.  Well, I hope to see you soon Ms. Francis. Take

care ". 

                    Anita obviously mended with Ms. Francis but for what. 

Whatta bitch.  She then phoned someone else.  " Mr. Redding I just wanted to

leave you this message.  You asked me out to dinner a couple of weeks ago.  I

did not give you an answer but I am willing to invite you to my place for dinner

tommorow night and if possible maybe we could be even closer friends and build

our industry...maybe even take over the web. Take care and I will see you

tommorow....sweetie! "  This woman must be sick.  Again and real quick her feet

hit the floor putting pressure on me.  Once again Ottis and myself was

speechless and under instense pressure and enduring rancid foot odor and

scorching conditions.  She then obviously stood up and started walking.  This

told me that lunch was obviously over with.  I was worn out. Yeah really. 

Twist, flattened, contorted, and filled with nothing but this sistas nylonic

foot sweat and odor.  This is getting serious and at the same time I am still

trying to figure out what this dinner party is all about.  I dont even think Ms.

Francis even knows that Albert Redding will be there.  Most importantly...the

only thing I guess Ottis and myself could even think about or look forward to as

insoles is what type of shoes will we end up in next.

                                    To be Continued.......

 Hours had gone by.  I was not looking forward to the future from where I

stood or should I say where I layed.  I felt no pressure at this time and dont

remember any movements.  All I know is that I have just awaken from passing out

to intense pain.  There  was no telling where I was because I did not feel the

same nor did I smell the same odor.  I did know that I was in a shoe with

Anita's foot and at the time I also knew that Ottis was in the other....where

else could he be?  In the mean time I all of a sudden begin to feel some

movement.  My comfort soon again became pain.  This was really painful and then

I knew that Anita must have been standing up.  Suddenly she slid her shoes off

and now she was looking down at Ottis and myself.  " YOU TWO LOOK SO MUCH BETTER

NOW, " she said.  " I THINK THAT SINCE I HAVE CHANGED YOUR SIZE A LITTLE BIT YOU

BOTH SEEM TO COMFORT MY FEET ALOT BETTER.  YOU TWO PASSED OUT BUT HEY THATS

OKAY.  THE MORE EASY IT WAS FOR ME TO CHANGE YOU.  I WILL BET YOU TWO FEEL VERY

COMPACT IN MY SMELLY OLD SLIPPERS.   YOU PROBABLY EVEN FEEL FLEMSY.  WELL, IF

ONLY YOU COULD SEE YOURSELVES. "  As I looked at her as she spoke to us, she was

dressed differently.  She was wearing pajamas and I guess that means that she

was sleep with her slippers on.  Why I dont know? Having said what she said to

us she reached down and grabbed her slippers and began to walk.  I could only

imagine what could happen next!

               " OKAY BOYS YOU WANNA SEE YOURSELVES LOOK IN THE MIRROR ", she

said.  I then begin to see what looked like a sink and then all of a sudden the

mirror.  " NOO! " why us.  I was looking at my reflection as she held the

opening of her slippers towards the mirror in which the reflection I saw were

just two male insoles that looked, flipped and fitted to fit a size 8 womens

shoe.  Most of all though, Ottis and I both looked like we were smashed up to a

window where if you are looking inside it would look like you could see up our

nostrils.  We were severly flattened and you could even see our eyes!  " SEE

IS'NT THAT BETTER ", she said.  " YOU TWO NO LONGER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT BEING

TWISTED ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU ARE NOW REAL INSOLES.  IS'NT THAT WONDERFUL.  NOW

YOU TWO CAN REALLY MAKE MY WHOLE FEET FEEL LIKE I AM WALKING ON AIR.  WELL, JUST

TO LET YOU KNOW, WELCOME TO YOUR NEW LIVES.  YOU WILL BE IN EVERY ONE OF MY

SHOES THAT I WILL WEAR AND GUESS WHAT...YOU TWO ARE NO LONGER HUMAN LIKE BUT

RATHER RUBBERY.  YOU ARE BOTH JUST LIVING RUBBER AND THAT MEANS THAT THE ONLY

WAY YOU CAN DIE IS BY BEING....WORN OUT!!!!  This brought evil laughter.  She

then dropped the slippers like ordinary shoes and then went on to say something

very cruel to the both of us.  " BY THE WAY!  YOU ARE RIGHT IF YOU HAVE NOT

FIGURED IT OUT.  I HAVE SOOO MUCH POWER AND CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT.  SINCE I

DONT TALK TO MY SHOES OR EVEN MY SHOES INSOLES.  I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY TO

ELIMINATE THE USAGE OF YOUR VOICES.  I DONT LIKE BEGGING AND I WILL NOT HAVE MY

SHOES TALKING BACK TO ME.  THE ONLY THING THAT REMAINS UNFORTUNATELY IS YOUR

CRAVING FOR FOOD AND LIQUIDS TO QUINCH YOUR THIRST.  WELL, DONT WORRY MY INSOLES

YOU WILL HAVE PLENTY...MY FOOT DIRT AND SWEAT.  WELL, I AM DONE TALKING TO

INSOLES.  RELAX BECAUSE I HAVE TO COOK DINNER KNOW.  SO I THINK MAYBE I WILL PUT

MY SLIPPERS BACK ON.  LETS SEE IT IS 4 PM NOW, DAMN I NEED TO STOP WORKING THE

NIGHT SHIFT.  THIS MEANS THAT I WILL BE COOKING UNTIL 7 IN WHICH....DAMN I HAVE

TO FIND MY CLOGS BECAUSE I AM NOT GOING TO OVER DO IT TO NIGHT...OH WELL...GOOD

BYE. "

           I could no longer take this.  She was right I could not talk at

all.  I could not even scream.  I could still feel and smell though.  I was

incredibly hungry.  Without having any thoughts or feelings for mankind, Ottis

and I were looked upon by Anita one last time as human insoles to nothing more

than just insoles.  Anita then slipped on her slippers and I guess went of

cooking due to imense walking.  I began to cry.  I am in darkness.   It stinks

like hell but the only thing I can do now is just get use to it and live it.  At

least I will have a slow death.  I knew that if she intended to just wear us all

the time then sooner or later we would have been worn to nothing in which

nothing is left behind but what was an insole.  I have never heard of that. 

That means that when some peoples old shoes are that old with smell they trash

them, however Anita does not do that at all and apparently she has done this

numerous times.  The stinch of the slippers grew worse and worse.  After I guess

what was about 5 hours I felt no pain but rather felt like I was getting use to

it.  I am not too sure of what Anita did to Ottis and I but whatever it was it

did have us at a position where in time we would probably be material that cant

complain at all.  I felt no pain at this time but I did cry due to humiliation

and at that the smell was horrific.  It smelled like shit.  Hot shit at that. 

Not that it mattered to Anita.  She just kept on walking not paying us any

mind.  I hated it for the mear fact that my face was right at the ball of

Anita's foot much like Ottis's was at the other. 

                 It was finally 7.  Anita's foot slid out of the slippers

quickly and she threw her slippers in her bedroom.  I did not even feel the shoe

land.  I guess I really am that pathetic now.  I felt imbedded in the slipper

and I guess Ottis felt the same way.  I then heard the water running and figured

maybe Anita must be in the shower.  She was indeed. The water was turned off.  I

begin to hear alot of shuffling around like someone was putting on clothes. Then

just like that the slipper that I was in was picked up.  I looked straight it

kind of looked like I was growing for an instant but I knew I was not.  I kind

of knew what was coming and sure enough I was right.  Anita took me, and like

she said she would say nothing to me at all and she did not say a word, she

peeled me out of the slipper and then I was lowered into something.  I rolled my

eyes down as if I tried to see my toes but of course I could not because I was

folded like I was a sheet of paper where my feet was touching the back of my

head..I guess.  I looked down and the only thing I saw was what I believe was

the rim of the opening of the clogs.  I then saw her reaching for what I believe

was the other slipper.  I was right from what I saw and it looked like Ottis was

flat as a pancake.  I could see him breathe a little but his stomach only went

up so far as if though he was some sort of prosessed object or creation.  I then

heard the phone ring.  " OH HI FRANCES ", Anita said.  " YOUR OUTSIDE NOW?  WHY

DID'NT YOU JUST BLOW THE HORN?  HUH...OKAY WELL I WILL BE RIGHT OUT OKAY LET ME

PUT MY CLOGS ON! "  Anita was all dressed up for dinner with some black pants on

with a red blouse and from what I now saw were black nylons as she slid her foot

down into the shoe I was in and I believe then the one that Ottis was in. 

              She did not bother to look down at all.  Then she persued to

walk out and greet Francis.  It was good that she had the slip on clogs on.  I

could at least breathe if nothing else.  I guess I can speak the same for Ottis. 

I was also able to hear and the great thing about it is that I smelled nothing

and I felt no pain.  I also heard everything.  " Hey girl ", Francis said to

Anita.  " Hey ", Anita said.  " I sure hope your hungry.  I cooked so much today

and I will tell you my whole body aches...well with the exception of my feet. 

They feel wonderful.  You know something Francis.  These shoes girl are indeed

wonderful.  I would like you to try these on because they are so wonderful."  I

was in shock that Anita even suggested that Francis tried Ottis and I on for

size but apparently it would happen.  She would have to look down and notice

it.  Anita's foot started sliding over my nose towards my head which basically

told me that she was indeed going to allow Francis to put us on.  Both feet were

out of the shoes and Anita quickly slid us over to my right where finally as I

looked up there was Francis.  I finally got a chance to see what she looked like

however she did look down at us at all.  She just kept on talking away about

buisness that does not concern shoes or other clothing for that matter.  Typical

like an insole.  I wanted to scream help but what good did it do.  I was a

living mute " made to be " insole and there was nothing I could do about it. 

With that thought I looked up at Francis whom I believe was somewhere on the fat

side.  Very shocking.  But apparently I guess she wore the same shoe size that

Anita wore.  Both of these sisters just kept rambling on.  I noticed that

Francis was wearing this black dress and she even had a gold tooth.  She seemed

a  little ghetto.  All of a sudden I looked up and I saw Francis with her feet

in the air.  She did not look down at all and she was pretty much on a perfect

target.  I then begin to smell this foul and awful stench which was worse than

before.  Francis won the smelly feet issue but what I could I say or do.  Just

like that Francis slid her feet which were somewhat wider into Anita's shoes

which put Ottis and I's nostrils in horror of the odor and sweat from this

womans feet.

                  Only minutes had gone and Francis feet odor was like

breaking news on every channel.  It was way too much to bear.  I was beginning

to worry then about being worn away.  The door bell ring.  It was Mr. Redding. I

could tell by the conversations going on.  Suddenly Francis start walking

again.  This was just getting on my nerves.  I am sick and tired of this.  The

three was on their way to the dinner table.  Francis thought that it would be

thoughtful not to wear the clogs in the house so she kicked us off by the front

door.  I was turned sideways where I could at least see what was going on by the

entrance of the dinning room.  At the time she did this before she walked away

from us, she did not even look down.  As a matter of fact no one did.  I did

here something come out of Mr. Redding's mouth that pissed me off.  " Damn...somebodies

feet smells horrible ", he said.  I was pissed at that statement because I felt

that Ottis and myself were the only two in here that could vouch for that

statement.  We have had to deal with Francis feet aswell as Anita's feet longer

than he has. 

            Hours went by.  I dont know what was said at the table or what it

was all about but I did see something.  It was a flashing light.  All of a

sudden I saw Francis running out of the dinning room and at that she stopped in

the living room.  Ironically she stopped right in front of me where I could

smell her horrible feet.  I heard a faint sound. " No please...NOO!  Not me 

please stop ".  It was Mr. Redding.  Anita had him in her hand.  Francis was

breathing heavy.  All of a sudden, Anita too Mr. Redding and threw him in her

mouth. She then begin to chew and and grind him.  I was shocked.  Thats what

this is about.  I was petrified.  The end of Mr. Redding.  No the company really

is her.  Once Anita swalload she looked at the shocked Francis.  I dont know

what Francis was thinking but she could only hear Anita out.  " I TOLD YOU THAT

I WAS ALL ABOUT BUISNESS AND THAT I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO MR.

REDDING.  THE COMPANY IS MINE AND LIKE I SAID BEFORE....YOU BOTH ARE NOTHING BUT

SHIT.  HEY, MR. REDDING CANT ARGUE ABOUT THAT AT ALL.  IM SURE THAT ONCE HE IS

DIGESTED HE WILL AGREE DONT YOU THINK SO FRANCIS ".  After Anita said this she

started laughing as if though she stood victorious.  She then went on.  " I WILL

TELL YOU WHAT FRANCIS!  I JUST MAY SPARE YOU.  IF YOU ARE WITH ME THEN YOU WILL

NOT SUFFER THE SAME FATE AS THE SOON TO BE TURD MR. REDDING DID.  I WILL TELL

YOU WHAT MY PURPOSAL IS.  I WILL TELL YOU OF THE " WEARABOUTS " OF DR. SHULTZ

AND OTTIS IF YOU WILL ACCOMPANY ME TO MY OFFICE.  ONCE YOU FIND OUT " WEAR "

THEY ARE THEN I BELIEVE IT MAY " COMFORT " YOU.  IF YOU ARE NOT WITH IT THEN YOU

MAY BE SUBJECT TO MY MAIN COURSE.  YOUR RIGHT...I AM SOME WHAT OF A WITCH.  I

HATE MANKIND AND NOW YOU KNOW WHY SO MANY PEOPLE THAT USES MY WEB SITE FOR THEIR

DATING PURPOSE NEVER ARE ABLE TO TELL THE STORY AS TO HOW IT WENT WHEN THEY

ACTED ON IT.  I WILL JUST SAY THIS...THERE ARE ALOT OF TURDS AND THERE ARE MANY

SERVANTS THAT MY EMPLOYEES HAVE.  LETS JUST SAY THAT THEY ALL LIVE IN GOOD

COMFORT AND MANY JUST EAT WELL ". 

          Francis did not have much of a choice.  She then slid Anita's clogs

on rather than her shoes.  Obviously Anita had no problem with this.  Francis

began to walk and I believe that it was a walk of mere anger of someone who

looked for answers rather than for confusion.  I then heard the car rumble. 

Apparently, Francis must have been following Anita.  Thirty minutes went by I

believe in which felt like days.  Francis feet were sweaty and the more she

drove the more she played with the clogs.  She must have been enjoying the

feeling of these shoes that inprisoned Ottis and myself and it was no problem at

our expense.  I then heard Francis speak to herself.  " Damn, these are not my

shoes but they sure are comfortable.  What a bitch.  I want to know what is up

with you Anita."  That was it.  Why did she not look down at least to see why

these shoes felt so well. Oh I know I am just an insole like anyother.   I

believe we finally reached our destination.  I then saw a bright light.  We must

had been in Anita's office.  Anita started talking to Francis.      " Okay

Francis how do you like my shoes," she asked.  " They are lovely but thats not

why I came here Anita."  She then went on.  " I am still in shock from what

happened to Mr. Redding earlier so give me one good reason why I should not go

to the authorities bitch!! "  Anita laughed again.  This time Anita spoke very

aggressivly.  I heard nothing.  I then realized that the term worn away was

happening.  When someone would wear me I guess I was placed in the shoe sort of

crooked so that when someone wore me my right ear would be over my right eye. 

Well, know I have no right ear and Francis's hill was over my right eye.  She

then kicked us off again and this time I was laying looking at Ottis face to

face for the first time.  " Listen bitch you can take your shoes I just want to

know what the fuck did you want to show me because obviously you are trying to

kill me," Francis told Anita.  My new view was unreal.  Ottis had a cold stare

not straight at me but straight and then I saw the rest of the original insole

of the clog.  I could only then see a nose parts of a head and then lips that

was all once Ottis.  I then realized that he had been worn away.  I could not

believe it.  In other words,,,,Ottis is dead!  Francis I believe put most of her

weight on her left foot and with the weight of her and being flat footed I guess

was just all she wrote for Ottis.  I dont even think for once that Ottis felt he

would die at these dreaded black nyloned " flattners " that Francis called

feet!!! 

              " Francis !", Anita said.  " I think that you should take a

long hard look into my shoes and tell me what you see." Francis did just that

and the first shoe she picked up was the one that had what use to be a full

sized living insole worn and flattened and soaked away in an instant by

Francis.  "  What "!, she said.  " I dont know what this is but it looks like

half a mans face...or pieces of it anyway.  For all I know Anita you could have

cut this out of a book or something."   Anita then continued.  " Alright then

Francis...look in the other ".  Francis then picked up the one that I was in and

we were looking eye to eye.  She looked closely then covered her nose and sort

of smerked in embarrasment.  She then lowered her hand from her mouth looking

very surprised.  " What the hell...Dr. Shultz. "  Anita then begin to laugh.  "

Are'nt they adorable?....well, so much for Ottis but I am pretty sure that whats

left of him will probably still feel comfortable. "  Francis was not pleased at

all and with that the stranges thing happened.  Frances jumped on Anita. 

              I could not believe that these two were going at it.  I never

thought I would say this but I was happy for once.  All of a sudden the fighting

stopped.                      " You bitch, " Anita said. " After all that I

tought you ".  " Yeah but I never thought for once that you would actually do

this I thought that it was all just a superstition ", Francis said.  Then they

both went diving for each other.  I heard some glass shatter and then I heard

one last scream.  This time I could not see anything.  Anita had kicked the shoe

over that I was in.  Then all of a sudden I saw a giantess face fall right befoe

me.  It was Anita.  It looked as if though her throat had been slit.  Suddenly,

I started to feel something.  Something I had not felt in hours.  My legs then

my hands and arms and feet.  I was inflating.  Seconds later I was out of the

shoe and at this time Francis started walking towards me.  I began to grow

then...the spin....Then the strangest thing happened.  I was finally

again...free and a man!

           " You Okay ", Francis asked.  " Yes ", I said.  " I dont know

however to thank you."  " Well, " Francis said.  " Maybe you can tell me one

thing....does my feet stink?"  I did not know what to say...I gave her a hug and

said...." Yes they do but I am still thankful that you rescued me. "  She did

not take it as an insult.  I then started to walk with her holding her hand as

we left Anita's office.  I must admit I like her better dead.  I then turned

around and looked at the shoe that possesed and unchangable Ottis due to being

worn.  Francis looked at me and apologized.  She stated that she had no idea

that we were down there and I accepted.  Francis and I then left the office

together and went on about our buisness.

 

TWO YEARS LATER

        It has been two years since my strange encounter.  I ended up

marrying and damn I love it.  I still do not like female feet nor do I ever want

to think about them.  I fell hard for my wife you know her...Francis

Shultz..well, anyway, she is doing fine but already we are having our problems. 

One day while sitting on  the living room couch, Francis came home one night. 

She was fine.  She had on a brown like skirt with brown jacket and white

blouse.  She then had on these bronish suede like pumps that covered her feet to

a degree where you problem had a hair and an inch of her foot showing.  She is

so sexy for a fat girl and hey she makes me feel great.  Well, at my regular

height I cant say that she is all that fat but she is about 5' 9" 190 Ibs. 

Thats not all that bad.  " Damn it Peter, " she said.  " You did not take the

garbage out again.  I told you that you were no good.  Never mind.  I am sorry.

"  She then said mumbling...." I save the mans life and this is the thanks that

I get.  Great! "  I was sitting back in the living room when my wife had gone

back to our room to relax a bit.  She sometimes would fiddle with this little

black box of hers which contained nothing but a journal. She finally came from

her room and she of coarse was mad again.  " Peter...you have been reading my

journal again...have'nt you ".  " No I have not ", I said.  With that the

arguement just turned into me the liar and her  acting crazy.  I then lost

control and just started saying anything.  " You fat ass whore I am sick and

tired of your stinking ass.  You need to write about things like dieting or even

things about how to solve your damn swamp foot issues you bitch ".  OOOPS!  I

could not believe I said that.  She then stopped and looked at me very upset

like.  She then said, " Well, if thats how you feel then maybe I will just

leave."   I felt bad but I said nothing.  It was then where I realized that this

was not for me.  I did not pay her any mind as she started packing her things. 

I then left the house and went for a walk.  I came back thirty minutes later and

there she was standing on my doorstep.  I did not ask how she was doing, I just

asked her if she got everything.  That pissed her off even more.  She then told

me, " Peter you just dont understand.  I am only still here because I forgot

something...thats all.", she said.  Having said that I had to be nosey!  " What

the hell did you forget?" She then paused and quickly pulled out something that

was in some sort of gun shape. " I FORGOT YOU.....MY SLAVE!!!! " 

            What ever it was she pulled the trigger.   All I could see is a

bright light.  Then when the light had gone I found myself laying on my back

once again in some sort of position. I felt flexed like I could not move.  I

tried to move my feet in an attempt to walk and I could not.  I felt that when I

tried to walk I was pulling the back of my head.  Then...just like that I heard

a voice coming like loud thunder.....           " OHH I SURE HOPE THIS IS AS

COMFORTABLE AS THE LAST TIME."  It was my wife Francis.  She shranked me.  I was

once again a well fitted insole.  Ohh noo...I can feel everything. 

NOOOOOMMMMMFFFF!!!  " WELL, PETER WELCOME BACK TO THE LIFE AS AN INSOLE BUT HEY

THIS TIME YOUR MY INSOLE....TILL DEATH DUE US PART!  NOW I HAVE TO GO AND

FIND ANOTHER INSOLE TO SHARE YOUR MISERY WITH YOU.  WELL, GET COMFY.  I KNOW MY

FEET SMELL WORSE THAN ANITA'S DID.  THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS YOU WILL FEEL MY

EVERY STEP AND OHHH HOW I WILL LOVE TO HEAR MY INSOLE BEG!!!     

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