The Internet

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!!!