Arriving at her home, Cheyenne took out her key and unlocked the front door. "Please, make yourself at home," she said taking off her shoes. Her new friends smiled as they freed their feet from the confines of their footwear.
Once all four girls were barefoot (though Jenifer was still smelling the socks), Cheyenne lead them to the basement. They were almost to the door when a woman came out of the kitchen and said "Oh, hello Cheyenne, I didn't hear you come in."
Cheyenne froze, the color draining from her face. "H-hi, mom." Cheyenne's mother (real name. Barbara) was 5 1/4 feet tall, her chestnut brown hair (in stark contrast to her daughter's blonde color) was tie up in a bun, and she was very well tanned. Her most noticeable feature however, was her enormous feet, albeit concealed by a pair of black slippers. Amy, Jenifer, and Alicia had never seen anyone with such big feet before, they had to be at least a size 16.
"W-what are you doing home so early mom? I thought you were going out for the day." stammered Cheyenne.
Barbara exhaled slowly. "Laura had to cancel at the last minute; sprained her ankle jogging this morning if you can believe it." Noticing the others for the first time, and their lack of footwear, she said "Oh, I'm sorry, who are your friends?"
Regaining her composure and glad that Jenifer had had the good sense to ditch the socks when her mother wasn't looking, she introduced the three girls.
"This is Amy, Jenifer, and Alicia," she said, indicating to each girl as she said her name.
"It's nice to meet you," the three of them told Barbara.
"It's nice meet you all too," she said sweetly, her eyes studding their bare feet, before turning to her daughter. "Um, Cheyenne, don't take this the wrong way, but why aren't you with Kelsey, Ashley, or Isabella?"
Cheyenne feigned a pained expression. "Mother," she said with an air of drama, "are you implying that I am incapable of having more than three friends? I am shocked, shocked I say, to learn how little you think of my social skills!" Alicia rolled her eyes, while Amy and Jenifer stiffed a giggle.
Barbara held her hands up. "Okay, okay, I get it. It's just a mother's job to be curious about who her daughter is with." She took once last look at the barefoot girls, before turning around and heading back into the kitchen.
"If any of you get hungry, there'll be a plate of cookies done in half an hour." she called back to them.
Cheyenne lead the others down into the basement, shutting the door as she did, and proceeded to plop down in her favorite reclining chair, her feet lifted into the air by the footrest.
"So," she said, wiggling her toes, "shall we get down to business?" No one unanswered question.
Amy, Jenifer, and Alicia were all huddled together, whispering to each other. "You ask her," and "No you ask her," was all she could hear.
Finally, Amy stepped forth, her face bright read and said "Um, Cheyenne, can I ask you something?"
"Yes," she said, apprehension growing in her.
"Well, it's about your mom. I...we, were wondering if...you know..."
"Out with already, Amy," snapped Cheyenne.
"IF YOUR MOM HAD A FREAKING FOOT FETISH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!" interjected Alicia, looking at Amy. "See, it wasn't that hard," she told her.
Cheyenne had gone bright red. Her mom...
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