The kicked off high heels, cast aside by the cute girl.  The awesomely cute little bare feet with pristine red painted toenails.  Sure, this was plenty to get his attention and assure a strong wanking session upon arriving home.  After all, he has a foot fetish, and most would succumb to such treats.  A sinister, consuming, sad obsession that has served to debilitate any prospect of a meaningful relationship with a woman for his entire life. 

This was clearly much more, though.  In a mensroom stall, desperately allowing himself out of the confines of his trousers, pulling instinctively, and with more sound than common sense would dictate.  It had never come to this before.  Even in this age of wearing flip flops to the office and switching back and forth with the sexiest of heels.  He had never been reduced to this.  This was different.  This went to the very core.  To the deepest, darkest recess of his fetish.  A place he knew existed, but covered him in shame and worthlessness; self loathing, even.  At its heart, he knew, it is not merely a foot fetish ... it's an athlete's foot fetish.  Foreign to even the most skilled of therapists, dealing with the most perverted patients known.  His most fucked up fantasy had played out minutes before.  Now he finds himself helpless.  Heart rate of 120.  Blood painfully swelling his scrotum.  Grasping at himself, barely aware of his surroundings ... replaying the scene in his mind and trying to grasp whether it could have possibly been real. 

FIELD - CHEERLEADING PRACTICE

Coach:  Good Tara.  Come on Kelly, some more energy; and remember to smile.
Kelly: I'm sorry.  It's hard when my feet feel like they're on fire.  I'm going crazy with this itching. 
C: Oooh, that doesn't sound good.  We should take a look.

BLEACHERS

K: Eww.  My toes are so sore and itchy.  Look, the skin's cracking in between!
C: That's what I was afraid of.  You have athlete's foot.
     Oh Kelly, you have to stop scratching; it just makes it worse.
K: But I can't help it; it really itches.
C: I know sweetie.  Here's what you need.
K: Absorbine Jr?
C: It stops the itching right away and it kills the fungus.  Those are the keys to healing athlete's foot.
K: Ahhh.  I can feel it working already.
     I feel so silly.  Crying about a little itching.
C: This isn't the first time one of my girls got athlete's foot.  I know how awful it can be.
    You can keep that bottle.
K: Don't worry, this is going straight into my purse. 
C: Absorbine Jr. is the only thing I trust with my girls.  Try some.

TENNIS COURT

Mom: You gotta keep your eye on the ball.
Daughter: But mom, how can I keep my eye on the ball when my feet are itching like crazy?
M: Oh?  We better have a look.

LOCKER ROOM

M: Mmmm. Flaking.  Peeling.  That looks like athlete's foot.  Here's what I always use; Absorbine Jr.
     Absorbine Jr. stops itch in seconds.  Kills fungus on contact, to help heal athlete's foot.
D: Mom, I can feel it working!
M: Sure Absorbine Jr. works.  For me and my doubles partner.  Try some.