'Pink'

by

D5

I was riding my bike around downtown like I had done so many times before, enjoying the sunny and slightly breezy day. As I was riding on the sidewalk to avoid traffic I noticed a girl in pink tights and immediately looked at her shoes and feet. Her Mary Janes where shinny and clean but a smudge of dirt was on the back of her ankle just above the point where her heel entered her shoe. I looked away quickly and around thinking people could read my mind and know about my foot fetish, a paranoia of mine. The girl in pink tights and black scooter shorts and a pink blouse grabbed on to my handle bars as I had stopped at the crosswalk.

She started to lean back with all her weight and turning my handle bars and pulling me towards a building away from the street.

“Hey ! I said, what are you doing there? what’s the matter?”

She looked at me with a pout on her face which quickly changed to a determined look and she kept pulling at my handle bars. I took little steps and moved with her, I did not want to forcefully pull my bike away from a girl and perhaps hurt her, so I tried reason.

“You can’t just pull my bike around, where are you trying to pull me to anyway? You shouldn’t walk up to a stranger and do this , you could get hurt if someone wasn’t as patient as me.” At this she finally spoke.

“You are going in my shoe!” She said this nonchalantly, like it was nothing unusual to say. I instinctively looked down at her shoe and felt my face flushing thinking about my foot fetish and wondering what kind of set-up was this? Her shoe was a mary-jane style and rather shinny and new looking, that in comparison to her pink tights, which around her ankle bone I could see the smudges of dirt I had noticed before in passing. I broke from my short trance of looking at her foot.

“What? What did you say?” I said with a nervous laugh.

“You heard me Mr. soon to be the insole of my shoe.” Her voice went higher and she kind of giggled. When she said insole, I once again instinctively, almost uncontrollably looked down at her shoes again. I felt my face flush with embarrassment again and looked up to see if people were watching this spectacle. Without my really being aware she had guided, dragged me up to the building and partway down an alley and there was not a soul from the street corner who seemed to care or notice.

“Okay enough of this!” I said getting off my bike,” Let go of my bike and I have to get going.... she interrupted me with a poem of some sort

“Take this man and the essence that makes his life real and put it down , down below my pink tights at the heel.” After she spoke this she let go of my bike and pointed her finger directly at my face, I was about to grab the bike and leave when I started completely against any of my motor controls to move towards her finger. Suddenly everything was her finger, fine swirls of skin and feeling very soft. Then my view changed to the material of her black shorts, then a pink tight covered leg, past a bony pink knee and faster than I could comprehend I was staring at a smudge of dirt on her ankle at a spot just before her ankle entered her shoe. I tried to look around and everything was spinning and hazy, I saw my bike which looked incredibly large and had fallen over, I turned and saw very clearly a site which made my stomach jump into my throat.

It was her, but I was looking way up from her ankle, I tried to get up but her finger pointed at me and then towards her foot and said .

“You are going to be my insole”

Once again instinctively I started to turn my head towards her foot. But a thought popped into my consciousness, if you don’t look you will be okay, you can get on your bike and ride away. I paused and started to look back up at her. The pout had returned to her face and she looked like she could cry. Then she said in a screechy mildly angry voice.

“You are a worthless human being, you know you belong under the pink heel you’ve been close to seeing. Just dessert is in the works the final reward for a foot pervert.”

She made a strange motion with her hand and pointed towards her left shoe. This last chant of hers seemed to suck all my will out of me and I looked directed at her shoe. My gaze returned to the smudge of dirt on the back of her ankle just before the pinkness of her tights disappeared into the blackness of her shoe. Suddenly she leaned forward on the toes of her shoe and her heel popped out of her shoe. The smudge of dirt expanded over and under her heel, the heel was not pink at all but caked with dirt and various debris, and seemed wet. It was disgusting and I pushed myself to turn away but I could not, her heel exited the back of the shoe and I could see the insole under the heel. That insole came up to me like her finger did earlier. I screamed as I felt myself being sucked into that insole, I started to fight and things began to slow down, but then I heard laughter, a girls laughter. The laughter penetrated my soul and I felt my face flush with embarrassment and I stopped fighting for an instant . My whole perspective went topsy tervy like a carnival ride and then it stopped.

Once my perspective changed I didn’t know where I was but the stench and the pressure gave me a very good idea. The pounding and the clack clack clack of the hard heels of her Mary Janes made me certain that my essence as she had chanted, what makes me real had ended up under her left heel. But I had no vision everything was dark and I felt a slime form which was being ground and pushed unrelentingly into my face. The rest of my body felt tinglely and the feeling was not as strong, but I could feel some pressure, but most of the pressure and sensation was on my face. Her foot started to sweat and that smell was unmistakable as a girls sweat , but not alone, mixed with street dirt and who knows what else. Just when I was trying to adjust and make some sense out of my change, the pounding would start. I would feel a strong lift and the pressure and slime would pull away from my face and then WHAM! it hit my face and my nose broke and my eyes stung and I felt myself compress. Then just as quickly I felt my face expand and the process repeated itself. There was no time to think, the was only feeling, smelling, tasting the salty muddy sweaty ....WHAM! blood in my throat intense pain, pressure, a feeling like being the lowest creature on earth and being pushed lower. Then the expansion, which I would have welcomed if the process didn’t happen so fast to make it impossible to think what was next.

A group of girls walked through a mall, stopping at various stores, skipping and jumping running here and there. They stopped at a bench to take a brake from all the walking and running around. One girl with a pink blouse and tights and black scooter shorts leaned forward on the bench putting all her weight towards her toes until her left heel popped out of her MaryJanes. If one was watching closely what looked like a face could be seen peering up in terror.

“Help me, help me, I promise I’ll never look at another girls foot with lust again!”

The girl bent down low as if adjusting her MaryJanes and seemed to whisper into them. “Just desserts, the final reward for a foot pervert.”

As she said this to me I screamed, “ Noooooo!” , her face disappeared and the heel that was hovering just above me slowly lowered down. I could see all the grime for the first time and in slow motion. Instead of popping her heel back in immediately she moved it circles above her shoe. My eyes focused on a smudge of dirt just above the back of her heel. The smudge was way above me, that same smudge I had looked at when she first started dragging my bike and me towards the building, the smudge of dirt which was barely showing out of her Maryjanes, I was now lower than that smudge, the smudge of dirt was in fresh air, I was trapped below her dirty pink heel. My mind could not take it.

Pink Part II

It seemed impossible, just a few hours ago everything was normal and all this was just a fantasy, now the reality of it was a dirty pink heel circling above me. The shoe I was a part of lunged, I felt the inertia and tried to grab onto something, but there was nothing left of me to reach out, I could feel my muscles flex but nothing moved, my god I’m just completely flat in the bottom of her shoe. The shoe fell off her foot and landed sideways on the tile floor of the mall. The loud clunk rattled my ears and the view of the dirty pink sole was replaced with a panorama of legs, feet and a Macy’s store which looked to be miles away. Then a chunky heeled open back shoe plopped down in front of me, returning my view to only that of the nyloned heel resting in that shoe. Whoever the girl was that owned that black nyloned heel started a conversation with my tormentor that I could now hear clearly.

“Wow Becky the bottom of your tights are filthy dirty, I don’t think you can even soak all that dirt out. I think it’s wrecking the insole of your shoe as well, it looks kinda funny, almost like a face, yeah ha ha ha it looks like a guy with a goatee and his face is right where your heel goes!”

At this point she picked up the shoe and I saw a rather plain looking dark haired girl with a acne problem looking in at me. I didn’t hesitate a bit to try and communicate. “Help me, help get me out from under her feet this is torture!” A look of shock came over her face, and then a small grin.

“Is this some sort of gag Nikki? It just talked?!”

“Yeah it’s some guy that was staring at my feet so I figured he missed his calling and I turned him into a Dr. Scholls of sorts.” At this point both girls burst out laughing. I could see the dark haired Becky laughing down at me.

“Come on that’s not possible, said Becky, how could you do that.”

“Oh it wasn’t all me, he had to want to, at least for a brief moment, it’s a voodoo spell and It only works if I get the , heh heh victims self-esteem lowered and his attention focused on some object that makes his rational thought go out the window..... heh heh heh my dirty pink tights and MaryJanes!”

“Hmmm, giggle.” Becky looked down at me, and the smirk on her face made me wonder if she would help me at all. My inability to move made me feel crazy and claustrophobic, and the musky smell of the shoe even whilst empty save of me made me try to get her help again.

“Please ! (I dared to use her name) Becky help get me back to normal, get me out of here!” I could see her look towards Nikki and say;

“He’s saying he wants out of your shoe and wants to be back to a normal man again”

“Guess he should have thought of that before he stared at my pink tights and MaryJanes.” Here Nikki leaned over next to Becky and peered down in at me, her blonde hair cascading down looking like so much golden rope. “It’s permanent,” she said with a self-satisfied haughty look on her face. “Besides a Dr. Scholls womans pillow-sole insert that wants to come out of a shoe?? Whoever heard of that?” Both girls sort of looked at each other and started giggling hysterically. Becky then spoke to me.

“Well I guess you have your answer, the only normal thing for a womans insole is to be in a woman’s shoe!” So everything’s normal as far as you are concerned. As far as getting you out well the only “normal” thing would be for you to go back into a different shoe, how about one of mine?”

I was stunned, how could this girl accept this so easily? Plus she’s asking if I want to go into her shoe? My fetish slipped back in and I always fantasied about being under the foot of some beautiful woman, not a zit -faced dumpy looking girl. “No it’s not normal and no I don’t want to go into your shoe either, that is sick, yuck!, just get me out of here and back to normal!”

Nikki’s face appeared above me like some great orb, her green eyes cutting right into me, and I felt that overpowered feeling like I did when I first got into this mess.

“So Mr. insole.....

“My name is Dale, stop calling me that!”

“You don’t look like a Dale, you look exactly like the insole of my MaryJane shoe at the moment. You also insulted my friend Becky! Saying yuck about going into one of her shoes, I think you need to experience some more normal reality. And then some Becky reality.” With that she whispered something to Becky and they both laughed and my view of them became that of giantesses as Nikki placed her shoe back on the floor.

I looked up at the dumpy looking Becky with her huge chunky shoes and black nylons worn with some slacks, all the way up to her black hair and dark eyes that seemed a bit too far apart even from my view. This contrasted with Nikki who was quite stunning, save for the filth on the bottom of her pink tights. She scrunched her toes right over me, I could already smell the dirt on them, it was different than the heel dirt and sweat, more cheesy smelling. Nikki put her hands on her hips and pointed her toes down at me and I hear Becky say... “I’d hate to be him!” On that note Nikki’s toes slammed down into me, sharp pain shot from my nose into the center of my head, like five migraines at once with a broken nose on top. As her toes slid down my face clumps of fresh dust from the mall floor fell down about my eyes causing little stabs of pain, but I could not close them for more than a millisecond. As the outside world was sealed off from me by her foot the last thing I heard clearly, not muffled by the shoe, was the laughter of two girls. Nikki’s toes dragged over me forcing the wind out of my lungs, until the pink of her tights turned to black as the grime was forced on to what my body had become. Her heel was forcing down my face, so the pain in my nose and head continued, and expanded to my lips as they were smushed and I felt the dirt trickling down my throat, but I was unable to spit or breath because of the pressure of Nikki’s heel. Once she took a step forward the pressure released and I inhaled deeply, but immediately screamed and tried to stop from taking the deep breath. I was inhaling dirt and smell, but what was worse was I had the overwhelming feeling I was breathing her foot grime and it’s essence into my very soul. Now even the inhales were not a relief, so the misery was continual as her MaryJane shoe slammed into the tiled floor of the mall the pressure and force was instantaneous and my nose broke, the sharp pain in my skull , my lips felt like they were bleeding and mashed, grime and sweat being forced down my throat, unable to spit it out. Then the upswing of her foot and the involuntary breath and me screaming as I absorbed more of her dirty pink tighted foot bottom into my being.....what did she say....

“Take this man and the essence that makes his life real and put it down , down below my pink tights at the heel.”

“Oh no, oh my god this can’t be.......I’m slowing really becoming her insole.”

PINK 3

As my very soul was actually becomes a insole as Nikki’s heel pounded me relentlessly as she and Becky walked out of the Mall. Becky started to raise her arm to hail a cab but Nikki stopped her.

“No, we will walk back to my place”, she said while nodding down toward her left MaryJane shoe.

“Oh yeah right! I almost forgot, heh heh so when do I get my chance to have him up close and personal with my heel??” As Becky said his she glanced down at her chunky open backed thick heeled clogs, her nylon heel slammed down and bulging out over the side and completely swallowing any sign of the heel insole. Nikki glanced down at Becky’s shoe and sort of giggled.

“You will have your chance, he’s really going to be smushed under those heels!”

Becky continued the conversation without taking any insult on her large feet, supporting maybe a bit too much weight. “Hey that’s why I need him under there to cushion those heavy blows!” Both girls burst out laughing, but Becky continued prodding. “So when does he meet Becky’s heel of death?” Nikki laughed.

“In approximately a month you can have ‘em for a year.”

“Wow a whole year!! You must be planning on wearing him to bed in your shoes and giving it to him for the next month if you are going to let me have that human insole a year!.”

“No not really, when we get back to my place I’m going to kick these MaryJanes off into my closet and that’s where they will stay till you get to come and remove the insole for your shoes!”

Becky laughed, and looked amazed. “What? You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope I’m not,” said Nikki. “He’s just a insole like any of my others, just because this insole happens to be sentient doesn’t mean I’m going to treat it any different than any of the insoles in my other shoes, whether permanent or added. He wanted to be a insole and that’s EXACTLY how I’m going to treat him.”

“Oh you are wicked….

“No I’m not, it’s a insole, there’s absolutely nothing wicked about it. Look at all these people we are walking past, look there’s a minister with his collar up ahead, do you think he’s going to think I’m a bad girl because I’m wearing my shoes and walking in them??”

Becky interrupted, “yeah but…”

“There’s no buts! He got what he wanted! Now he’s just an object under my feet. When I kick them off he’ll be an object in my shoe laying on my closet floor.”

Presently the girls arrived at Nikki’s apartment. Doing their whole conversation an entirely different universe was just underfoot. Dale was suffering immense pain as Nikki’s pink heel drove into him over and over. The sweat was building, and as her heel would lift slightly as she walked the stench from lower down in the shoe would come wafting up. Between the gurgling blood which would magically disappear as her heel lifted off for a split second, and then the smell and then the pounding heel an the blood, over it all the scraping sound of the shoes sole hitting hard pavement was madding. Nikki would drag her feet, scrape scrape scrape, made Dale’s ears ring. The only break he got was when Nikki lifted her foot out of the shoe slightly and he could hear the tail end of a conversation.

“ Have a lovely day girls and I’m sure god is with such upstanding young woman.”

“Thank you reverend!” He heard Nikki say and he saw up around the dirty pink heel that was hovering above him and saw a minister smiling at the girls. Then as fast as it happened Nikki’s heel slammed back down on him and broke his nose and the pain and smell and pressure started again. Slam, then a slight lifting, a waft of hot stale air, a incredibly loud scraping sound and then Slam as the heel which when lifted just slightly rested against the tip of his nose, came down with the full force of her step yet again.

Nikki walked into her bedroom followed by Becky. She opened her closet, the floor of which was scatter with shoes, another pair of MaryJanes, some knee high boots, seven pairs of tennis shoes, some clogs, five pairs of 2 inch high heels, and various sandal’s. “Let’s shower up and head out to do some clubbing later!” Said Nikki.

“Great I’ll shower first, I can wear the new cloths I bought!” Said Becky. Meanwhile Nikki kicked off her MaryJanes into the closet where one landed in the back corner and the left one flew off hitting the back wall and sliding down and

Lodging it’s self at a ¾ angle between the opening of a well-worn sneaker and the towering thick heel of a knee-high boot. Nikki looked down for a moment a small smirk formed on her face; she looked at Becky and slowly mouthed without speaking…. One month.

Dale felt the immense pressure and it didn’t relent. She must be standing, he could hear muffled voices, it was much more quite than on the street when she was walking and he heard something about clubbing… oh no! Not dancing, I can’t take it! Suddenly everything was topsy-turvy, the pressure was gone his nose was heeling but he felt like he was flying. Wham!

“What the hell, ahhhhhhh!” I screamed as the shoe hit something solid and shook me to my core .As things stopped moving so fast I found myself Face to face, or sole to sole with a sneaker insole that had a stale smell of sweat, grass and sand. I could look out away from the heel portion of the incredibly stained sneaker insole, to see a scuffed up heel that went up like a tall building into what looked like a boot. Between these two horrific sites in a very small thin area I could see up and out at Nikki standing there. The realization suddenly hit me, I was in her closet, I screamed to her please get me out of this, and I can’t take it. I saw a smirk form on her face and she started reaching forward. Thank god I thought she’s going to help me out and stop this insanity. She reached forward and I saw two doors fold in and then darkness as the closet doors closed. Pins holes of light allowed me to see smudges of dirt and some grains of sand and scum on the sneaker insole. My heart of in my throat as I was surprised by what I thought was a large bug. It was, but it was dead and half crushed stuck to the chunky boot heel. I wanted to close my eyes but I could only blink them for a milli-second, so I had to constantly look at either the sneaker insole, the heel of the boot with the dead bug smushed and stuck on it, or a very small view of the inside of the closet door. God if she goes clubbing I wonder if she will wear me in her dance shoes? I shuddered and awaited her return for me. It never came that night. At least the dark of night prevented me from having to stare at Nikki’s shoe jungle all the time.

I heard voices and the closet opened. Just a flashing glimpse of Nikki and she was not even looking at me. Then the doors close and I am left with my choice of viewing the grimey sneaker insole, so worn and dirty no writing of brand or size shows or the boot heel with the half-smushed bug. Looking at the bug I think, I’ve been reduced to an inconsequential object, just like that dead bug. Kicked off amongst so many pairs of a girls shoes, without a thought.

Time dragged on incredibly slow. The boredom was making me as mad as the pounding and smashing of my face under her heel had. My entire being still had that nasty feeling of becoming her foot dirt, as it soaked and pounded into me while she was still wearing me. It must be the grime from that dirty pink heel of her tights that is still on me and partially soaked into me. God it must become part of my essence when she grinds it into me. I stare at the stains on the sneaker insole, and shudder; at least I’m not that far-gone. The stale smell it everywhere, and at night I still have to look as she must have purchased a night light, which was some days ago, so there’s a constant pinhole of light, which forces me to see.

The door opens again and I yell for her to talk to me or something. My voice is not so strong, what is now my flat insole mouth is becoming dry. Dam! I need her foot to sweat into me to be able to talk. She ignores me like before grabbing some heels and the doors shut again. I try to remember those flashing images of her, but my view is so obstructed by the fact that this MaryJane I’m in is facing ¾ of the way down into this rotten sneaker and then the boot heel, that I don’t have much else to work with for a visual. Dam even looking at a different shoe would be better, or out where there is a TV. The events of my day are when I hear the squeaking of the door opening and Nikki retrieves her shoes (not the ones I’m in or any even near me). She gets some cloths as well but I cannot not see up at all since the MaryJane is resting facing mostly down.

The boredom is crazy, I always had the fantasy of being a woman’s insole of her shoe, but if this is what it is I don’t want it. God of course this is what it is, look at these shoes all around me. All these insoles….. How long have these sneakers I’ve been staring at been laying here!? What’s this, some moisture… wow I can cry. The partially smushed bug doesn’t respond to my emotional outburst. That massive heel that crushed the bug represents what I am now. Stuck in a girls left MaryJane shoe, my body the insole of the shoe. Stuck here like that bug was stuck by the heel, no sympathy, and no reaction at all, just shoe, shoe stink, shoe leather, plastic heels, cloth, sneakers, just another insole in a closet.

Pink the Sequel

It has been months, but I lost track of counting the new days via the sunshine at about 40 days. So I have been disregarded as just a part of another shoe in a girls closet for quite a bit longer than 40 days. I felt dried out. When Nikki would open her closet doors to obtain a top, slacks or a dress or other shoes besides the Mary Janes I was part of; I could not even scream up at her anymore. My voice was a dry crackle. This only added to my frustration, I needed her foot sweat to be able to talk! The slime from when she had worn me so long ago had dried to what felt like a crust all over my body. The feeling was even worse than that, the crust seemed to penetrate down into me and I wanted to move to release it or break it, but I could not move anything but my eyes still. The boredom was incredibly and the days went incredibly slow. I would strain to hear voices and movements, many times I thought they were coming for me, but I was disappointed so much that hope was almost gone. Besides what did I hope for? To be worn and trampled and sweated upon under her dirty feet again? It almost seemed like something I would want because this boredom was ticking away with my sanity. The closet door opened again.

'Wow finally you are going to let me have him! It's been like four months and you promised me a month!' Becky was excited as she said this to Nikki.

'I can't believe you are so excited about the insole of my left Mary Jane shoe, after all where else do shoes belong but in my closet? I didn't want to wear it for months either, so what?' Becky said this loudly down at the floor of her closet, so Dale was certain to hear.

'I guess I'm excited to have a special cushion insole that will absorb my sweat and cushion my foot-falls and to have it for free!' Both girls burst out laughing at this as Nikki reached down and grabbed both Black Mary Jane shoes.

Becky tried to slip the right one on first and found that the fit was a bit tight, but she managed to squeeze her heel in and say, 'Wow that was a tight fit, I'm surprised I can squeeze into them, but they don't feel too bad anyway.' She then put the left shoe on. Becky was shorter and heavier than Nikki but both were about the same shoe size. Becky's shoes however had to put up with a few extra pounds of weight, this made her heels flare out and turn red and they expanded in the shoes from the sweat.

'Good Job Becky! You have them on and you didn't make a big fuss! Remember it's the just deserts for a foot pervert! You can keep that insole forever as long as you treat it as that, just a insole. He's gotten exactly what he deserves the sick fuck, turning woman's feet into something to lust after. Well he doesn't deserve communication, although he would have a hard time of it now.' Nikki looked down at Becky's left foot that completely filled the Mary Jane and they both started laughing again.

I was really excited when I heard two voices. It had only been Nikki opening the closet door since that fateful day I was kicked off into here. But now Becky was with her. I felt anger rise in me as Nikki was talking like I was really just an insole. Christ maybe I am but I can hear and see and smell, I'm not like the others here in her shoe closet. The irony of this thought pattern suddenly hit me. But I was shaken out of it as Nikki actually picked me up! I had a different view than the one I have been subjected to for months! I was elated I looked at Nikki's well-polished fingers hanging over the heel. I looked up into her stunning face, her blonde hair cascading around her face. Then Whap! I was dropped onto the floor and looked up to see Becky's black slightly greasy looking hair and her blotchy complexion looking down and concentrating on something. I was so happy with my new views and to be out of the closet that I didn't realize she was struggling to put the twin Mary Jane shoe on. At the same moment I realized that was what she was doing she finished and her dirty sock-clad foot appeared above me. I barely had the chance to register it as being a white trouser sock, but the bottom was so dirty, like the original pink tights that Nikki wore. Becky didn't even hardly look down at me; she just pushed her toes onto me and slides them up into the shoe. The crust that had formed from all those months drying out in the closest started to break. The pressure caused my nose to break and it felt like blood running down my throat. As her foot glided down my length I felt pain deep into me as the crust broke and was pushed down into me and it felt like so many small daggers. But it was nothing as her heel came squelching down into the shoe and exploded down onto my face. My nose broke, the crust which had formed over the months was pushed into my face and the light was completely gone, as all I felt was slime and dirt and stretchy sock material. The heat level rose immediately and I could not believe the amount of moisture that was deposited on me from her foot. It wasn't anything like Nikki's smaller more bony heel. Becky's heel not only forced me down deeper into the shoe, it also swallowed me whole, formed around me, grabbing the sides of the shoe tightly and swelling. When she started walking and I could feel the pressure release when she lifted her foot, her heel never popped up like Nikki's did. It stayed stuck to me like glue, so I never hardly had a chance to gasp for a breath. It was constant pressure and I could hardly expand myself to breathe. I wondered if I would die without air? I didn't, I remained conscious but the pain of not getting deep breaths was just another part of my suffering. I found that when I would try to take little gasps of breath on the upswing of her foot I would suck in her sweat. The crust was now gone and replace with a doughy like slime and sweat that I could feel stinging all over me as my body soaked it in. My face was burning and I would involuntarily try to get little breaths and suck in my sweat and slime. I couldn't gag as her heel never left my face and felt as if it was actually tightening up. She stopped walking and was standing still, her full weight baring down on me and I hear the squishing sound of my body absorbing her foot sweat, I thought of the image of this slightly overweight bad complexed girl doing this go me and then I heard laughter from out side the shoe.

'Thanks for walking me to work Nikki. I'll see you tomorrow again maybe?' Becky said.

'Okay girl. Hope you have a good day even though you have to be on your feet all day.' They both laughed hysterically at this comment as Becky left to go into the bank where she was a teller.

People went about there business in this Bank as did the teller Becky with her pink top and dusty rose slacks and white trouser socks and Mary Jane shoes. If you are in a bank and a girl named Becky who meets this description waits on you, just think of the hell that is going on in her shoe for what used to be a guy named Dale. The people pass and it's just another day, no one will ever know and he will never get out from under Becky's heavy footfalls.