His sock hangs on loosely. You come in close risking his desperate kicking to get another sniff.
"What the hell is this shit! Put me back to normal! Put me baaack!"
Brady's baritone voice cracks he is yelling so loud. You merely smile.
With a second slight of hand you tug off the left boot and draw it to your nose .... pure heaven.
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