Then Glenda spoke up, "I'll try it. God knows I could use it. I've been on my
feet for twelve hours." Glenda had been wearing saddle shoes with frilly white
socks; and she had indeed been working beyond her typical ten hour shift. "Sorry
girls, but you'd better cover your noses," she remarked with a giggle; and she
pried of her shoes. She sat in the seat, and raised her sock feet, positioning one
foot into a boot and then the other.

Within seconds, Mike felt a warm, moist fabric brush up against his nose.
And then he smelled it. It was a stale, pungent odor of foot sweat and the cloying
aroma of old, well-worn saddle shoes. He struggled to pull his noes away from
the stench, but he couldn't move.