Smiling Dianne pointed to her wet and possibly sweaty feet "Did you forget our bet?" Chuckling you remember a wager you made ages ago, back when you were actually the same height as Dianne. The bet was over a childish race, the prize was that the loser had to dry off the loser's feet after every time they swam.
A childish bet to be sure but you lost and to this day Dianne hasn't forgotten it even a bit. It annoyed you to some extent for a long period of time but now you simply just took it like a man, possibly because her foot could kill you; well not kill but you know what I mean
Wiggling her toes in anticipation Dianne playfully poked you again with her left index finger "Come on Bug boy!" Smiling you walk up to your silver haired friends gigantic feet, they smelled of sweat,foot odor, and chlorine twas an...interesting conversation.
Pulling off your shirt you use it as a sort of rag and began wiping away the possible sweat from Dianne's feet. By the point you were halfway done drying off Diannes gigantic tan left foot your red shirt was completely soaked and couldn't absorb any more water.
Sighing you toss it behind you and start throwing your body at Dianne's feet, the only way to dry it off without taking off your pants which you were never going to do. After a long 30 minutes you finished and probably reeked.
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