He could hear her sneakers drop to the floor as she climbed into the seat.
Miranda Stinkfoot had been wearing her sneakers without socks, as usual; and
she always wore the same pair. And before long, his senses were assaulted by
the most potent, aggressive foot odor he'd ever had the misfortune to smell. It
was the unmistakable smell of stinky feet; but the scent was intensified, and so
sharp and vinegary it hurt to sniff. he knew just how smelly her feet were from
having to give her foot rubs, but he had no intention of sniffing them up close.
But Miranda gave him no choice. And her sweaty toes clutched at Mike's nose
and slithered over it, as Mike breathed in the fetid stench.

"And if you try to give me a hard time about this, I'll tell them about the peep
hole into the women's bathroom, and I'll tell them you've been spying on us." It
wasn't true, but there was indeed a hole, and the others would have believed him.

"Maybe in future, I'll have you lick my feet clean after work," she said. Mike
would have laughed at the disgusting suggestion, but he could do nothing but
smell the ball of her foot.