Christine Collects Autographs; by Thomas

Christine was enjoying the beautiful Spring day. The last semester was coming to an end, her finals were done, in a couple of days classes would be out. She was a business major, working on her master's degree, at a great woman's college and joining some of her friends at the cafeteria. The other students in the cafeteria were looking at their new yearbooks, signing each other's copy with the usual witticisms.

Christine noticed that Becky's white canvas Keds had writing on them and commented to her about it. Becky laughed, told her that some of the girls had started signing shoes. She was sitting in the library, signing each other's yearbooks, and one of her classmates reached down, pulled off her white Ked, and started writing on the canvas with a ball-point pen, like the shoe was a yearbook. Becky got the giggles watching this, and the shoe was passed to another girl for more signing, then another. Before she knew it, someone had pulled her other shoe off and it was going around the library. That's when she noticed several other shoes going around. A couple of wedge heel mules, athletic shoes, whatever was light enough in color to write on. It had become a fad in the school, no one knew who started it. When she recovered her shoes they were covered in witty comments and signatures from the other students in the library.

Christine joined in signing the other's yearbooks but soon heard a squeal from a nearby table. She turned and saw two girls pulling a third girl's shoes off. These were Nike's, white, somewhat dirty and worn. The shoes were passed around and treated to the same decorations as Becky's Keds. A sharper squeal and whining came from another table. Christine saw a girl running away from the table carrying a white leather sandal. The sandal had crisscross straps across the foot with an buckle strap joining the heel strap. It had a 1-3/4 inch heel, and looked a little worn, certainly not new, but still clean and shiny. But the owner didn't want ink all over her sandal, she was trying to get it back, running through the room after the friendly thief. But, before she got to it one of the girls started writing over the front in a marking pen. With a cry of "Oh, my shoe, my poor shoe" she returned to her seat. As soon as she sat down another girl got hold of the other foot and with a little tug of war (liberally accompanied with the young woman's whines and moans) managed to pull that sandal off.

Christine knew that the white leather could never be cleaned to get all that ink off. So did the owner, as she watched both sandals get slowly covered with college graffiti. Christine felt a little thrill as one of the sandals made its way to her table. She looked at the inscriptions, saw the owner was named Mary, and pulled our her dark blue Parker pen, slid one hand beneath the leather on the front, felt its softness, found a clear area, and began to write. A thrill coursed through her as her pen inscribed dark ink into the smooth, white, shiny leather. She wrote "Don't forget your friends as you go through life, some of the best advice is at your feet." She caressed the soft shiny calf leather for a moment, then passed the sandal on to the others, got up and said she was going to the library to study.

She left the others and walked across the commons to the library. She heard a funny "chunck...chunk...chunk..." sound, turned around and saw the owner of the white sandals, Mary, hurriedly walking toward one of the classroom buildings. She only had one sandal on, the right sandal that Christine had signed. Christine watched as the woman made her way across campus, trying to minimize that "one shoe" limp by walking on the toes of her now bare left foot. She must have had a class to attend and didn't have time to run around to get the left shoe back. Where was the shoe going to end up? Was Mary going to be one-shoe'd all day? Now this was exciting, the poor woman was going to have to sit in class so everyone could see her predicament, maybe until she got home that night. Maybe her boyfriend was picking her up on campus and taking her out to eat and dance in one shoe? Christine hoped that he liked the one shoe scene if that was true.

She wondered what she'd have done if someone had pulled her shoe off to write on. What a mess, she wasn't dressed in shorts and casual shoes like that woman. Christine was dressed for a job she had to go to at 4:00 in a local office where she worked part time. She was wearing an A-line stone colored skirt, a rust knit top, sheer beige nylons, and brand new ivory calfskin Mary Jane shoes. These were open at the sides and had tiny open toes, just enough to show a bit of her red toenail polish peeking through, and 2 inch slim stacked heels. Small slits were cut around the sides in a decorative design. That thrill came upon her as she imagined her dressy shoes being pulled off (she could feel the resistance in her mind as she tensed up her foot, feel the leather strap sliding side to side, the crush of a woman's fingers pulling and digging into the soft leather, the final release as the shoe came free), pictured them being desecrated with ink. What would she do, she'd have to go to the office with them like that! Her shoe might even get lost! She would have to go clumping around in one high heel just like Mary. And, she was meeting a guy for dinner after work, with no other shoes to change into. He would just love to see her get in his car in stocking feet. Or even better, with only one shoe on. He'd teased her enough swiping her shoe at the most inconvenient times: under the table in a restaurant, in the mall, in the library where he ran off to hide it in the shelves and watch as she clumped around looking for it in her nylons or socks. Why did these thoughts always thrill her so?

At the library she joined two friends who also worked in her office after school. They all were dressed for work, not class. Beverly wore a paisley dress, nylons, and low cut sleek taupe leather pumps with 2-1/2 inch leather covered heels. Audrey was wearing white slacks, blue blouse, nylons, and beige leather sandals, slim and tailored looking. They had 3 inch beige stacked heels, crisscross straps over the foot, and heel and ankle straps closed with a little buckle. They were very elegant, and Christine felt a lump in her throat at the thought of pulling one of those sandals off Audrey's foot and writing on that shiny beige leather. This high heel sandal would be lots more fun than Mary's sandal. It would be hard to pull those straps over Audrey's foot without unbuckling it first, but it would be fun to try! And Audrey would be so shocked, she'd never seen Audrey with her shoe off, never. Even when she wore mules, she went to extreme measures to make sure she didn't lose one, like taking tiny steps. Christine realized she had wanted to see Audrey lose her shoe for a long time, and just hadn't put the desire into real thought until now.

She joined the two and began studying. As she got up to look for a book, she noticed a lot of the women in the library were wearing autographed shoes. Nearly all were cloth Keds or athletic shoes, or low heel wedge shoes with cloth tops, or ugly thongs. But she did see one pair of white loafers that had been written on. Another pair of worn but nice camel leather low heel mules had writing. Several of the students were also missing a shoe. One was missing a leather skimmer, those low cut pumps with low heels. This one had a 1-inch stacked heel, was tan leather, and the owner was wearing white trouser socks with a neat chevron pattern. Her unshod sock was now dirty and gray on the bottom. Another student was missing the mate to her snow white, probably brand new, leather Ked Champion tennis shoe. The one she wore wasn't white leather any more, it was covered with black, blue, red, green writing. Some large, some small, but there wasn't a space the size of a dime without writing. Her light blue crew sock was also dirty, so she'd lost her Ked a while ago. Where was it? Another was missing a brown leather wedge heel slide with crisscross riveted straps. Was someone collecting all these missing shoes or were they piling up in out of the way places on campus? She had not seen any as she walked across campus, but maybe she hadn't been looking for shoes.

Christine again fantasized about losing her shoe, or Beverly's or Audrey's to the "graffiti girls", about seeing their elegant shoes dirtied with the students witty comments. Why was this exciting? The idea of people grabbing her and her friends' shoes and ripping them off their feet, in public, with them fighting to prevent it, others laughing at their humiliation - why was it such a turn on to her? She could just feel Audrey's foot in her hands, struggling to get free. She could feel the expensive sandal, the smooth silky straps as she fought to unbuckle them or slip them off the nylon covered foot. Could hear Audrey's low, throaty moans and pleadings as Christine worried that luscious sandal off her foot. Christine felt so excited she thought she would just rip those beautiful straps to get hold of that shoe if she ever got her hands on it!

She also felt excited about women forced to walk around in their nylons, socks or bare feet. Or, even better, only one shoe. What was better: seeing a woman clumping along with one shoe on, one off. Or seeing her in her nylons or socks carrying the remaining shoe? She thought she'd love to see Audrey walking in her very sheer nylons dangling that sexy high heel sandal from her finger. Audrey, who so feared baring her foot that she never slipped her shoe off. And herself! The idea of others seeing her forced to walk in one high heel gave her the shivers. It would be so embarrassing and humiliating, especially at their office! If others felt as excited as she did about this, she would become nearly as sexy as a woman stripped in public. Well, somewhat sexy.

She found it hard to concentrate on her books with these thoughts, and she really had to work on her masters thesis. She joined her friends with her books, sitting at the end of their table. She glanced down, looking at Beverly's pumps, one dropped off her right foot under her chair, casually abandoned as Beverly caressed that foot against the toe of her other shoe. Christine tried to slip her Mary Jane's off, finally managing it, but her straps were tight. She buried her nose in the books as she played with her shoes under her chair and pictured Beverly's elegant low cut pump in her hand as she wrote some nonsense on the glossy calfskin. She slid her shoes around, dangled them from her toes, spun them in circles on the floor, even let one go for awhile, alone, far out front where it might get lost. She thought about one of the other girls finding it, sneaking it away, maybe taking it to the women's room and tossing it in the trash can. Or worse, hiding it somewhere in the book shelves behind some books! She slid one foot closer to Beverly's chair, she moved her foot around and suddenly felt the pump Beverly had slipped off. She eased her toe into it and slid it over to her. Now she began to play with it under the table! Slipping her foot inside (one size too large, but it still felt warm), dangling it from her toes, twirling it around. Then for fun she lightly kicked it to the center of the table, out of reach of Beverly. She also dangled her shoe and let it drop off next to Beverly's.

They could switch shoes, like she used to do with her friends at their high school dances. Boy, would her boyfriend have liked to see her back then! They often lost a shoe or both at dances. Sometimes they just got kicked around and lost under the tables and chairs. Once her high heel sling back pump that she'd just slipped off to dance in nylons was knocked across the slick dance floor and she didn't notice for a few minutes. She felt so excited that she ignored it, secretly hoping both that she would lose it and that she would get it back. She got it back when her date recognized it and rescued the shoe. It had been tripped over, stepped on, and kicked around and was dusty and dirty. She pretended that it was too dirty to wear anymore and let her date carry it around for her, dangling from his middle finger the rest of the evening. She had a feeling he enjoyed this a lot, but he was too shy to discuss it with her. When he took her home she told him she didn't know if she wanted it back, it was sooooo dirty. He promised to clean it up and polish it for her and return it on their next date.

Sometimes, at these dances, a shoe was swiped to tease someone. You always got your shoe back before you left the dance. However, she did seem to remember that at their senior prom one of the girls never found her sexy high heel sandal, and had to go to the pizza breakfast missing her shoe. For some reason the girl refused to take her other sandal off, like most of the girls did anyway to ease their tired feet. She was the star attraction, much to the poor girl's dismay (or maybe this was what she wanted), as she was kidded about her predicament. She was even the victim of an attack by several guys who treated her to a foot tickling and got the other sandal off to tickle both her feet.

After an hour, Christine and her friends got up to leave the library early, intending to get one cup of coffee before heading to their office. Of course, Beverly and Christine couldn't find their shoes. Christine slipped low in her chair, felt around, and "found" Beverly's pump. Slipping it on she playfully said "I have my shoe, let's go!" Beverly had to kneel down to get Christine's Mary Jane, which she tried to slip on but it was too small. Christine said "Guess we'll have to switch back, here!" and lightly kicked Beverly's pump over to her. Beverly tossed Christine's shoe on the floor and she wormed it back on, thinking she may want to loosen the straps.

As they left the library they noticed a large number of students standing and sitting around the entrance patio, enough that they were going to have to push through the throng. Christine noticed first that many of the women were barefoot or sock foot on one or both feet. Next she noticed that many were holding shoes, and that there were a lot of shoes scattered all over the pavement. These girls were busy writing all over each other's shoes. Some girls were being held by two or three others as one pulled one or both shoes off the victim. Others were passing a shoe back and forth. It looked like they were tossing the shoes down on the ground when there was no more room for writing.

Christine stopped, grabbed Audrey's arm, and said "Guys, maybe we should go back, leave by the basement entrance. I don't like the looks of this." Audrey said "Don't worry, they are just pulling off sneaks and flip flops, they won't bother us." She walked up to the mob and started to push through. Beverly was right behind her. Christine watched, feeling an intense thrill course through her as she watched the slim high heels of her friends. She unconsciously pressed the toe of her right Mary Jane shoe down, wiggled her foot, working it loose until the shoe popped off her heel. She watched intently to see what was going to happen.

It took a few seconds for the girls in the mob to notice the newcomers. Someone pointed at Audrey's shoes, someone handed Audrey a sneaker to sign. Another girl held her right arm while a second held the left arm. The girl who handed her the sneaker knelt down and grabbed Audrey's foot and started working on her sandal. It didn't come right off. Beverly was grabbing one of the girls to get her to let go. Audrey was squealing and whining "No, please! Don't! These are brand new! Nooooo! Oh my God, pleassssse! Noooooo!" The girl kneeling started unbuckling the sandal and ripped it off Audrey's foot. She stood up and melted into the crowd waving the sandal like a captured trophy.

Right in front of Christine's eyes a girl behind her friends pulled Beverly's pump off and was quickly replaced by another student who got the other pump. Beverly turned around to recover her shoes and another girl knelt at Audrey's feet pulling at the remaining sandal as two laughing students held her tightly. Christine cold see the girl pulling harder and harder as Audrey pulled and jerked her foot to prevent losing the shoe. It popped off with a jerk. Christine thought she saw the ankle strap break, but couldn't be sure. Lord, this was so exciting.

Beverly and Audrey were trying to find their shoes. Christine saw one girl writing on Audrey's high heel sandal, then it was passed out of sight. Then she got a glimpse of Beverly's pump, then it was gone. She felt an intense thrill, slipped her foot back into her right shoe and stepped closer to get a better look at the fun and get her hands on her friends' shoes. She saw a high heel beige mule almost totally covered with writing. Someone shoved her from behind, handed her the mate to the mule, and she stood holding the leather shoe in her hand. She reached into her purse, pulled out her Parker ball point, and started writing something on the top of the shoe. Then she was handed Audrey's sandal. It had black, blue, red, and green ink from ball points, roller balls, and felt tip pens. She wrote on the leather covered heel of her friend's sandal, feeling like she was desecrating something clean, and wondering why it felt good as the point of her pen sank into the soft, glossy calfskin and the ink flowed into the surface of the leather in a rich, dark, deep blue which will never come out. She pressed as hard as she could to write dark in the leather. Her dream had come true, she had Audrey's sexy sandal in her hand writing on it.

The sandal was taken from her by a student anxious to get it while there was still room to write. Suddenly Christine felt a hand on her foot, looked down, and saw a girl tugging on her left shoe. She instinctively clinched her foot, pressed against the pavement, and fought to keep from losing it. She'd forgotten she might be a victim and let her guard down. Or had she? She was feeling her excitement rising even more. But the others ganged up on her. Two pushed her forward which forced her to lift her foot to keep balance. As soon as she did, the kneeling girl redoubled her efforts, twisted the shoe back and forth, and Christine felt her heart stop as the shoe began sliding off. She felt dread at the fate that awaited the shoe at the same time an intense thrill ran through her body. The shoe popped off and was gone. She was standing on the cool, rough pavement in her nylon.

She tried to get out before the second shoe was grabbed, but felt it being grabbed, heard a familiar giggle, and looked down to see Audrey pulling her shoe off. She'd fantasized about pulling Audrey's sandal off, now the shoe was on the other foot! Audrey pulled, twisted, wormed the Mary Jane around and Christine could feel the tension on the strap increase, then felt it slipping down her foot and the heel slowly pulling free. Then with almost a pop, it was off and Audrey had her shoe. Christine grabbed it from Audrey as soon as she stood up and they had a tug of war going. Christine lost grip, grabbed the strap by reflex and felt the strap break. Christine's heart leapt with the trill of her own shoe being damaged and lost. Audrey laughed as she backed off and began writing on her friend's shoe. When she was done she swung the shoe by its broken strap and twirled it into the crowd. Christine saw her beautiful Mary Jane disappear under the feet of the mob of girls, then saw it picked up and passed on. Along with the thrill she now wanted revenge! Shy timid Audrey who never wanted her foot bared in public! Who would have figured? Maybe Audrey had held these urges in, afraid to let them out. Well, she was having a ball now, and in her nylons!

Christine felt something under her foot and saw she was stepping on someone's shoe that had been dropped. It was a white low heel pump with a leather bow. Besides the writing the shoe was crushed and scuffed from being underfoot. She couldn't resist trampling the shoe in her nylons, but wanted something sexier with room to write. This shoe looked like it didn't have any room left.

Christine was looking for her shoes too, fearing they might disappear. In a minute someone shoved a shoe at her to write on, and it was her shoe! The whole shoe was covered with writing. With a surge of that thrill she took her ball-point and wrote "Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm ruining this sexy, sexy shoe!" Then she tossed it on the pavement and waded in the crowd to find another interesting shoe to write on. She made sure she stepped on her shoe as she walked on, and this gave her such a thrill she started giggling.

Christine got a chance to sign one of Beverly's pumps, noting scuffs where it had been walked on too. She ignored the sneakers and cloth shoes, looking for something sexier. She found an open toed red leather mule with a high stacked leather heel. It had tiny diamond cutouts in patterns, but still room to write something. Again she added her witticisms then slipped it on so she was walking with one high heel. She spotted a couple of the secretaries from the Administration building, probably getting off work for the day. They stood out like Christine and her friends by the way they dressed. Both were shoeless, in their nylons, frantically trying to find their shoes, not the least interested in the shoes being handed to them to write on.

Christine saw a girl writing on an ankle-high granny boot in brandy leather that she figured belonged to one of the secretaries. The laces were half pulled out. She would have loved to have been the one to wrestle with that boot, getting it untied and unlaced as the owner struggled to resist. They were very sexy boots with pointed toes with a decorative cap toe, perforations, slim heels about 2 inches high, in nice calfskin. She could see from the soles that they were very new. The tongue was hanging out of the boot obscenely. Christine got the boot next, yanked the lace out to keep as a souvenir, and wrote on the tongue of the boot "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" and "Keep your tongue to yourself." Then added "Enjoyed fooling around with your tongue, was it good for you too?" Then she had an impulsive wicked thought, looked around. No one was paying her any attention at all. She added on the tongue; "You tongue felt heavenly in my mouth, it almost gave me an orgasm!" Then she bent over, looking around carefully, and sucked as much of the boot's tongue into her mouth. She left it there a little while, feeling it with her tongue, letting it slide in and out, chewing a little on it. Before she pulled it out, she bit down on the soft (now wet) leather leaving her teeth marks. The ink was smeared a little, but all the writing on the tongue was completely legible.

She slipped the boot on her foot, it just about fit, walked to the edge of the crowd, turned and yelled "Catch, here it comes!" and when a dozen faces turned to her she kicked the boot off, up into the air and watched it come down on the pavement with a loud "flump". About 6 girls ran over to claim it and ended up fighting, kicking, trying to be the first to get hold of this prize, with so much room to write on.

The crowd was dying down now, a lot of the girls had reclaimed their shoes and it was becoming easier for those remaining to find theirs scattered around the patio. However, there were a number whose shoes had disappeared, they couldn't find one. Some seemed upset, most just shrugged and went off wearing one sneak or flip flop or mule. She found one of hers and slipped it on, noticing it was the one with the broken strap. Beverly came over wearing both her shoes, which were very scuffed, wrinkled from being crushed, and covered with writing in several colors and types of pens. Audrey was carrying one sandal, it did have a ripped ankle strap that was torn out of the shoe. The ankle strap also had the buckle torn loose. She stopped and stooped to pick up the other one.

Walking funny with one high heel on, Christine finally located the other one and slipped it on, worming her foot into the buckled strap. Audrey had to sit on one of the benches to fasten the good sandal. She wore the other one like a slide, barely able to keep it on her foot. It was like a high heel slide that had almost nothing to keep it on the foot. She kept losing it from time to time, and they all thought it was funny, the ankle straps dangling loose and her just walking out of the shoe no matter how hard she tried to keep it on.

The secretary with the granny boots had both on and was looking for her shoe lace. The other secretary had found her high heel loafers, but since they were black leather you could barely tell anyone had written on them. Actually, the girls must have given up when they tried. They did look scuffed and crushed though. Two other women dressed like secretaries were still poking around the bushes looking for a shoe. One wore an open toe high heel sling back pump in a deep tan color. She was limping trying to find the mate. The other one was wearing light tan dressy loafers to match her pants suit. Neither was able to find their shoes and had to go home limping with one shoe. They seemed very upset about this, and Christine found that their distress added to her thrill.

Beverly was upset, but Audrey thought it was all funny. She laughed at each of their shoes, especially her own sandals and kept letting the torn one slip off as she walked. Christine had to admit she had a lot of fun, it was exciting trashing those nice shoes, even her own once it came down to that. She was even kind of proud of the loose strap flopping back and forth and the writing all over her shoes. They discussed what to tell the people in their office, and decided to tell them that they got caught up in an annual student ritual by being in the wrong place at the wrong time wearing the wrong shoes. Which was really true.

Christine looked back, all the students had left but there were still a pair of shoes in the patio. She walked back and saw they were white leather low heel pumps, the ones with the bows. There was something different about these shoes, they were cut very low over the foot, and dipped very low on the sides. She saw that they were an Italian brand, and thought they would look very sexy, showing a lot of toe cleavage. And they would be hard to keep on, cut that low. Once one slipped off your heel, it would just about fall off of its own weight! One bow was almost torn loose, it was flopping around the shoe. Both were badly scuffed and crushed and covered with writing. The owner must have left in disgust, not wanting the shoes after they had been worked over. She slipped off one of her high heels and slipped the bow pump on and it fit fine. She decided to wear them to the office and change into the high heels when she got there. She slipped the other shoe on and joined the others. She made them laugh by dragging the toes across the pavement, slipping them off and walking on them upside down so the pavement scraped the leather even more.

They saw several more autographed and abandoned shoes as they walked across campus. Some were the inevitable sneaks or flip flops. But one was a nice T-strap flat. Another a wedge heel sandal with neat tear drop cutouts in the leather top and ankle strap. It looked like quite a few of the victims either tossed their shoes away or did not get them back and they were tossed aside when the autographers were through. Christine spotted one special shoe. It was a beige pointed toe flat with a strap and buckle across the front. She snatched it up and examined it. It was nearly new, very low cut, a real sexy flat shoe. She had to have this shoe. She looked at her Mary Jane with the broken strap, shrugged, and tossed it back in the grass. She decided to go to the office wearing her one Mary Jane high heel. She had plans for this pretty flat. She also decided to leave one of the bow pumps, so she just kicked the right one off and slipped the buckle flat on her foot since it was the left shoe.

As they approached Christine's car in the parking lot, Audrey said "Look, over there, in the lawn!" They watched as a young woman ran across the grass in high heel sandals pursued by three students intent on getting their hands on her shoes. They caught up with her, pulled her down on the grass, and grabbed her feet, lifting them high in the air while the victim sat on the grass helpless. She was wearing a short skirt and thigh high nylons, Christine could see the tops of the nylons and her panties. Her shoes were high wedge heel platform sandals with open toes in a pale khaki color to match her skirt and jacket. The sides were cut out, the ankle straps were slim and buckled. The woman squealed and whined and pleaded but as soon as the buckles were undone the shoes were stripped off her feet and the students ran off with them and out of sight. Christine had an idea they might turn up in the cafeteria the next day, or somewhere prominent on campus like a trophy. There they would be in all their glory, covered with witty writings, for everyone to see. She was going to get to school early tomorrow and look for them for sure. She was even going over in her mind what she would write on the soft khaki leather if she could find room.

Arriving earlier than usual to her campus office the next morning, Christine brought the pretty buckle flat with her. It was too good to leave it to the campus lawn mowers, and she suspected a lot of the lost shoes around campus were being secretly collected like this one. It was almost new and very clean except for all the writing on it. She decided to use it on her desk as a paperweight. And indeed, it made an avant guard paperweight.

Christine smiled as she remembered last night. She and her two friends had shocked their office with their missing and autographed shoes. She still had a thrill remembering the looks she got limping in her one high heel Mary Jane. And Audrey's sandal just would not stay on her foot, and she kept walking out of it leaving it behind in the hall, coffee shop, stairs, or at the copy machine. Christine kicked the wayward sandal several times and Audrey just giggled and went on without it, coming back later to recover the sandal. The three of them went to Ruby Tuesday's for a drink after work, and Christine went wearing her one heel. Audrey did too, though she drug the torn sandal along with her. Beverly wore both pumps, though she kept dropping one or the other off her foot as they sat at the bar sipping their drink. When Christine went to the rest room, she slipped Beverly's pump on, even though it was loose and slipped off her heel when she walked. She was not going to walk around in a bathroom in her nylons!

Christine's boy friend met her at Ruby Tuesday's and his eyes popped when he saw the three women. He kept glancing from Christine's feet to Audrey's to Beverly's. He decided that they would eat supper there, so the two of them left her friends and sat at a booth nearby where he had a good view of the other two women's feet until they left. He had to hear all about Christine's day and the shoe stealing and autographing, in detail. Of course, he got hold of her Mary Jane under the table, long enough to unbuckle the strap. He enjoyed reading her shoe! She indulged him by wearing it like that for the rest of the evening, and of course with the other foot bare. What else transpired between them that evening is too personal, we were never able to find out about it.

Christine gave the sad little white bow pump a place of honor on her book case in her apartment. It sat next to a trophy she'd won as a freshman. She just couldn't trash it. She did see one of the platform sandals the students had taken from the woman on the lawn. Somehow it had gotten placed onto a second story window ledge inside the library atrium. It would take a ladder to get it down, and while it was visible from the floor, it was hard to see. It was easier on the second floor where the viewer on the balcony overlooking the lobby was even with it . It would stay there for a while until someone decided to get it down.

She saw other shoes around campus during the day, in the cafeteria, book store, and dangling from a lamp post or a tree limb. Many of the students were wearing their autographed shoes proudly, and she now wished she'd kept her broken strap Mary Jane to wear too. She had plans for the good one, and it involved her boy friend and teasing. Now, what did she want to wear next year at this time? Was this a tradition or just a one-time thing? She hoped very much it had become a tradition and she was fantasizing about the best style of shoe. It needed to be difficult for the students to get off her foot. They were going to earn their autographs, that's for sure. Maybe she could find a pair of high heels with three ankle straps...