The Dog's Owner Arrives

"HAHAHA, PLEASE! HAHAHAHA, STOP! HAHAHAHAHAAHA!" Miranda begged as the dog continued to lick her bare feet, it's tongue leaving no spot unlicked. She curses herself for getting into such a humiliating situation, stuck in a small window and getting tickle tortured by a dog, and with no one else in the house, it doesn't look like she's getting out any time soon.

"Rex! There you are!" a voice suddenly calls out, and just like that the dog stops licking the tasty feet and walks away. Miranda catches her breath, wiping the tears from her eyes, thinking whatever gods there are the tickling had ended.

"W-Who's there?" Miranda asks, from the sound of the voice she guesses it's a young girl

"Wow, what happened to you?"

"I-I'll tell you later, but please tell me who you are?"

"My name's Megan," the young 18 year old, a redhead wearing a black tank top, green bike shorts and sandals, replied, "Sorry about Rex, he doesn't usually wander around."

"Does he like feet?"

"Well, he usually only licks mine, but I guess he does love feet.

'Great, a foot fetishist dog' Miranda thinks to herself

"Eww, your feet are covered with dog drool."

"I'm well aware. Listen, do you think you can help me out here? I lost my house keys and tried getting in through this window, but I kind of got stuck. Could you please help me?"