We know exactly how weak you are for our flip-flops. That sound… that perfect, irresistible slap against our feet sends you spiralling into pure obsession. You can’t help it. You’re completely hooked. Miss Amy and I tease you mercilessly, making that sound over and over, describing in detail exactly where our flip flops get the stinkiest, where our sweat lingers the most. We watch as you grow weaker, more desperate, more hopelessly for our perfect feet in flip flops. You’ll never escape this craving... why would you even want to?
