Jamie tumbled headlong into Wendy's used-up gym sneaker, landing with a wet plop. He bounced down the worn insole, landing with a thud in a giant, dirty toe indentation made by Wendy's slender foot over years at the gym.
"Aha! Here those sneakers are..." Wendy mumbles, pulling them out of the bag.
As she does, Jamie is tossed and turned into patches of rank shoe material, the hard top and the soft and squishy bottom. He is covered in cold, stale sweat as it splooshes up from the insole onto his naked body.
"Clean socks... Clean socks... c'mon... Oh well.. These will work, They're only like... 3 days worn..." Wendy slips a stained sock on and looms like a titaness over Jamie's new shoe prison.
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