Check the Sports Complex

Well, you reason, that one way or another, she'll think she's left her bag at the sports complex near to the college. After all, even if she pulled those socks off her own feet, she can't have come too far with them as sotten as they are. Gathering up her bag, you head over to the complex.

After a short time, just when you're about to give up hope, you spot her walking in. From your position at the juice bar, you see her glancing around, chewing her lip nervously. Keeping the bag hidden under the stool, you saunter over to her with a cocky swagger. "Hey there," you say lightly, "Did you lose something?"

"Um ... have you seen a backpack?" she asks quietly.

Smiling more broadly, you reply. "I think so. Was it filled with sweaty, dirty socks?"

The girl gasps and squirms. She opens her mouth to respond, but you put a finger on her lips.

"So is it any kind of filthy, sweaty clothes that excites you, or are you just interested in hot, sweaty feet?"