In mid air.

“Fuck!” You living room floor rushes up and you land naked with a thud. The shoes sit on the floor, the left one upside down, the right sitting upright and half full of water. You scoop them up, “No, I wasn’t done.” But as you pick them up the same sort of vision, memory, created by your description slides into your mind. But it isn’t the same. This time it is of a porn star arguing with her manager about not wanting to do anal with an actor named simply John the Hammer because his dick is to big. You see her manager point out how much money she is giving up and offer her a little bag of cocaine. She takes it and the image fast forwards to her slurping away at a mammoth cock, oddly nearly the exact same size as the last one you encountered. You watch him fuck her and the vision ends as he slides it up her ass and she softly bites her lip. “But.”

You search the shoes and find the hidden pocket. Sure enough it is essentially another match. “So they turn me into someone who is in the process of getting a 9” cock up their ass. And Vikki isn’t getting fucked anymore. She is swimming with Tina.” You sit down and crinkle up the paper. “So I just need to describe myself as Vikki swimming. No, she isn’t wearing shoes. A bit later then, let her finish swimming, that’s it… Wait… Is Vikki real then? What happens to Vikki? Oh fuck I can’t steal someone’s life. Unless she doesn’t want to be Vikki anymore and she goes somewhere else she wants to be. Hmm, I should call the store. Ask that demon guy. No. They wouldn’t tell me. Why would they.” You look at the cute little shoes. “I should focus more on who I become than who’s fucking me.

You grab a paper and pen. “Hmm…”