I saw a pair of Weejun penny loafers worn with a short denim skirt; nice flat brown leather sandals, 1/2² stacked heels, wide straps with ankle strap/buckle, worn with cream shorts; Bass Dirty Tan Bucks, worn with khaki chinos; white leather flat pumps, worn with black denim button front skirt; brown leather fisherman sandals, 3/4² stacked heels, closed toe, open back, woven T-strap/buckle, worn with khaki walking shorts; white leather Keds, worn with plaid walking shorts.
These included the girls Mark & I were most interested in watching, they seemed to form a tight group together. There was an older woman who seemed to be close to this group, like a teacher or instructor. She was wearing a pair of penny loafers in tan leather and beige linen. Perforations ran across the penny strap, the top line, and the back strap of the shoes. Stacked leather heels about 1" high made them look more tailored than casual. She wore a pair of pleated white walking shorts and white ribbed trouser socks as knee highs. None seemed to be wearing nylons. Only the tan/beige loafers and the Weejun loafers were worn with socks: white ribbed cotton crew socks with the Weejuns.
The kids didnıt go onto the beach or in the surf at first. Then several walked away from the picnic area down the sandy beach after eating, all barefoot or in sneaks. This group described above started walking on large boulders set at the water around the picnic area to avoid erosion. Several were stepping from one rock to the next at the waterıs line. The girl wearing the flat sandals (which were very glossy, looked like nice calfskin, though they were fairly casual sandals) was the first to step into the water. We couldnıt tell if she did it on purpose or by accident. Suddenly she was wading in the water in her sandals, leaving the rocks and walking in the surf. Some of the girls squealed and laughed at her getting her sandals wet. The woman was standing on the rocks near them and told the girl ³I hope your mom doesnıt find out you got your shoes soaked.²
She obviously didnıt care, she kept wading in the water. The girl with the white leather Keds was next, she just waded on in, air bubbling out of her shoes, the white leather turning lightly gray as it soaked up the water. Another girl said something about taking her sneakers off, but Keds said her shoes were washable. As these two moved down the surf, the others walked along with them on the beach, where the sand was dry. None of them took their shoes off, just walked along, looking for shells, etc. Mark & I walked along to observe what might happen. He was really excited about seeing some of these nice shoes get soaked. I could tell the flat sandals were turning him on some. But I knew he was most excited about the Weejuns, the white flats, the fisherman sandals (really classy shoes), and the tan/linen loafers (also classy).
The waders wondered in and out of the water, coming up on the beach. We got a very close up look at the white flats. I think they were the shoes sold by Talbot's catalogs, very nice calfskin shoes with stacked wedge heels. Those shorts she was wearing weren't K-Mart at all, probably Talbot's or equivalent. The girl with the white flats kicked loose sand on the wet sandals, coating them and getting sand inside. She did this several times till the wet leather sandals were very caked with sand. Sandals got tired of this and grabbed the girl with the white flats and pulled her to the water. She fought back, squealing & struggling, and digging her little heels into the sand, but the girl wearing the dirty Bucks joined in and she was led into the surf, soaking her flats.
Markıs attention focused on this. These were new looking leather shoes with a stacked wedge heel about 1/2² high. Very nice looking skimmers. Now they were soaking wet skimmers. The Bucks were worn a bit but were in very good shape. That girl got her left foot in the surf, but managed to keep the right foot dry. The suede shoe wasnıt soaked, but the toe got nicely wet. Of course suede shows the wet at once. The girl with the white skimmers sort of gave up once she was in the surf, wading ankle deep. She moaned about her poor shoes, then laughed and joined in. The other girls laughed at her and made fun of how funny she looked. This got her sights set on some pay back. The first target was miss Bucks. Miss Keds joined Skimmer and got hold of Bucksı arms. She tried to run away, but ended up splashing in the surf. The ankles of her chinos got soaked too, but she was complaining most about her shoes. Keds even went so far as to step on the back of the Bucks pulling one off her foot in the surf. The girl had to pull the shoe off and untie it to get it back on. She left the wet shoe untied, but rolled up the pants legs of her chinos. The girls in the water started teasing the others. The woman with them was telling them that they were ruining perfectly good shoes, to stop it. They ignored her.
When the other two girls (Weejuns, Fisherman), or the woman, got anywhere close to the four in the surf, they tried to kick water and splash them. Some of it reached them. We saw some wet spots form on the fisherman sandals. The four also teased each other too. Bucks stepped on the back of Skimmerıs shoe, pulling it completely off in the surf. Skimmers retaliated by pulling the untied shoe off Bucks foot & tossing it out a ways in the water. Bucks chased her a bit before she tossed the shoe. We saw Skimmers white shoe floating in the surge, slowly moving out from the shore. Bucks recovered her shoe from knee deep water (getting the rolled up pants legs soaked), but Skimmers ignored her shoe & romped in the water with one shoe on. Their attention was now focused on Weejuns, who must have had some idea of what was coming.
Weejuns started to walk back to the picnic area when the other four came after her. They all broke into a run and Keds was the fastest. She caught Weejuns and held her while the others came up. She kicked off one loafer to save it, but the others would not allow that - they put it back on her foot. Then they held her arms & legs and carried her to the water. The woman tried to stop them, pulling on one girl then on another. Fisherman just stood there & laughed at them. Weejuns was carried into the surf and held above the water. She was pleading for her shoes, telling them they could soak her if they left her shoes alone. Her loafers looked new, but Bass Weejuns keep their good looks for a long time. One of the girls holding a leg kept playing with her white sock, straightening it, pulling it up, smoothing it out. Like she was playing with the socks on a large doll. Finally the four spread out, pulling Weejunsı arms and legs out straight, holding the hapless girl just over the surface of the surf. Then on the count of three they released her and she plunged into the water which was about calf deep.
Everything was soaked except her head and shoulders. She squealed, gasped, and sat there for several seconds as the others laughed at her. She brought one foot up out of the water and watched the water flow out of her shoe, like she didn't really think it was wet until she saw it for herself. She got some revenge, she grabbed Skimmersı legs and pulled her into the water. Fisherman was laughing at all this, the woman was berating the girls for soaking Weejuns, telling them to stop the horseplay and come out of the water. Skimmers was laughing at being soaked. She & Weejuns were both on their butts facing each other. She grabbed Weejunıs foot & lifted it out of the water. She said something like ³Boy, these shiny little loafers arenıt too shiny now are they, honey?² Then pulled at the loafer, but the owner tensed her foot up to keep her from getting the shoe. She wrestled with it until she got it off and stood up with it. She examined it closely, squeezed the soft, wet leather, letting more water drain out and then tossed it off to the side like an empty soda can. Weejuns squawked, jerked her foot away and stood up, looking for her loafer. It had splashed a short distance away and sank to the bottom.
Meanwhile Fisherman was dying to get into the fun, but apparently she didnıt want her nice leather shoes soaked. She unbuckled them during this last fun with Weejuns and kicked them off up the beach where theyıd be out of the way. Then she splashed into the water. She turned her attention to the woman trying to get them all out of the water. She came out and walked up behind the woman. She grabbed the womanıs waist & yelled out as she shoved her toward the surf: ³Letıs soak Ms. Higgins! Help me everyone, get her pretty socks and shoes wet!² The woman was pushed a couple of steps before she dug her feet in the sand to resist. One of the loaferıs toes was just in the edge of the water. She squealed too, yelling ³No, donıt, donıt get me wet!
Weejuns was looking for her loafer, sunk in the surf. Keds had returned to the picnic area. But Skimmers and Sandals ran up with Bucks and joined Fisherman. They had no trouble pulling the poor woman to a wet demise.
She wasnıt lifted up like Weejuns, just dragged through the sand. She tried to dig her feet in, but only managed to get her shoes sandy and full of wet sand, and it looked like she might have scuffed the leather on the backs and heels. Skimmer's shoe (she was still wearing only one) didnıt give her good traction in the sand, so she casually kicked it off. It landed on the beach at the point of highest surge, gently washing back & forth when the surf came up high. Ms. Higginsı loafers slowly entered the water. They held her at the edge for several minutes to tease her and add suspense. One breaker washed over the right shoe, flooding it up to the penny slot. The beige linen top soaked at once, turning dark. The next surge went a little higher, flooding into the middle of the shoe, getting inside. The tan leather turned dark at once. They pulled her back out of the water, like that was all they were going to do to her. We could see the water squirting out of her right shoe as she walked, and could hear the wet sock and shoe making squishing sounds.
But they were only teasing her, she was pulled back to the surf again. Then she was taken into ankle deep water, flooding both loafers this time, much to her chagrin and against her very vocal protestations, as they paraded her around, sloshing in the surf. The girls got a kick out of seeing her knee high nylon trouser socks get wet, they became transparent. She had white socks from her knee to almost her ankle. Then they were flesh colored where they were wet.
Weejuns found her loafer, it looked like she had to step on it to locate it as it had sunk to the bottom. She pulled it out, took the other one off and walked over to the others carrying both shoes. She had her white socks on. They were still teasing the woman, splashing her socks till they were wet all the way up. Weejuns and Skimmers were both soaked to the waist, their skirts dripping wet. The woman pulled away and ran out of the surf, complaining about them soaking her shoes and socks. The girls were laughing, commenting on how much better she looked for fun at the beach. The woman pulled one shoe off & attempted to drain the water out, but most water was soaked into the leather and socks or had squished out as she ran, very little came out. She slipped it back on. Bucks came up to her and started kicking dry sand all over her feet & ankles. Weejuns and Skimmers joined in. Soon one of them bent down and pulled off first one shoe, then the other as two held the woman. They took her nice loafers and filled them up with sand and tossed them back & forth. Then they refilled them with sand, poured most out, and forced the wet, sandy loafers on the womanıs feet. She didn't like the feel of the gritty sand in her shoes and wet socks, but they didn't let her take them off, they made her walk along with them.
Skimmers recovered the white flat sheıd kicked down the beach, it was floating at the tide line. She went looking for the other one. Itıd floated off. Having become soaked, it wasnıt floating on the surface, but floating neutral in the surf, just at the surface. Good thing it was white, it took her a while to find it, but it had drifted into deeper water at the rocks. She pulled the limp shoe out of the water and put them both on. To get to the shoe, she had to climb down some boulders. Her black denim skirt was too tight, so she unbuttoned the last four buttons. This opened her skirt to well above mid-thigh. The woman was aghast at the leg show she gave, and berated her for it. Skimmers only laughed at that, and left the skirt mostly unbuttoned, saying that a bikini showed more than her unbuttoned skirt.
We thought the fun was over, the wet girls came out of the water with the woman and walked back to the picnic area and their bus to join the others in their outing. The girl with the fisherman sandals was the only one who didnıt get her shoes soaked. She recovered them and walked behind the others dangling her sandals from her fingers, apparently hoping no one would notice she hadnıt gotten them wet. Weejuns got tired of her thick wet, sandy socks. She pulled them off and went barefoot, dangling her loafers from her hand. The white socks looked very dirty on the bottoms. Bucks grabbed one, held it out for the others to see, and said ³Ugh, these are filthy! Iıd never wear them again if I was you!² She tossed it back to Weejuns, who looked at it, then tossed it and its mate into the surf. The woman was complaining about her wet shoes. When she broke free of the girls, she had waded into the surf and rinsed the shoes and socks of most of the sand. The tan leather was a deep dark brown when wet. Her socks were transparent. The girls teased her about looking like a kid, not a teacher. Sandals was walking behind the woman, she started stepping on the backs of her shoes, managing to pull one off her heel. She was having trouble slipping the wet shoe back on her wet foot, so Sandals had no trouble reaching down and grabbing her loafer by the back and wrestling it away from the woman. She said something to the woman about being ³. . . glad her shoes were only wet, they could have been sandy and muddy too!
Then she ran off with the little dressy loafer and proceeded to fill the shoe with sand, like they did before, but now the woman wasnıt near the water to rinse her shoe & feet off. There was a little game of keep-a-way as the woman tried to get her shoe back and the others tossed it back & forth to tease her. Weejuns slipped it on her foot and almost got caught by the woman. She slipped away just as her arm was being grabbed and ran off a distance. Then she casually kicked the loafer off her foot about 25 feet to Sandals. They started kicking the shoe back and forth, laughing at the womanıs dilemma.
Weejuns and Skimmers were slipping it on their bare feet then kicking it to one another, the others just inserting the toe of their shoe inside the loafer and kicking it back. That shoe spent a lot of time rolling around and skidding across the sand. It was also stepped on and scuffed from time to time as one or the other raced quickly to beat the owner to it. The woman finally got her shoe back and spent some time trying to dust the sand off both shoes and her sock feet before she put them back on.
They all went back to the picnic area. We started to get back on our bikes and leave when we heard a girl squealing from their area. The ³wet² girls had grabbed hold of one of the other kids who hadnıt ventured down to the beach, but had stayed at the picnic area and adjacent fishing pier. Four of the girls (Sandals, Skimmers, Weejuns, and Fisherman) were carrying a fifth girl between them. They had hold of her feet and arms and were hauling her down to the water.
The victim knew what they intended, she was yelling, pleading, moaning, whining, begging. She was dressed very fashionably in a Junior way: a denim mini jumper, striped red/white/yellow knit polo, red/white scarf tied around her neck. The jumper looked somewhat like bib coveralls the way it was cut. It buttoned up one side and the skirt part of the jumper looked like a wrap skirt. She had white over the knee socks with horizontal red stripes, and brown calfskin wedge heel platform sandals. The sandals had wide straps, closed toes formed from cross straps, and were of the T-strap style with the sides open. The back of the shoes was closed. Large brass buckle for the T-strap. The heels were about 4² high, wooden wedges. The wood was very glossy and polished looking. The soles were about 1/2² thick. Very shiny leather, not your beach sandals, these belonged in a dance club or on the town, and they looked quite new. She had a matching shiny leather belt about 1-1/2² wide with a large brass buckle. It was laced through the jumperıs belt loops. She was very ³Junior Miss beach girl² that day. Probably why the other girls wanted to gang up on her so bad. Very long lustrous dark brown hair, cut perfectly. Junior Miss tried her best to break away from the girls, but with her arms and legs held tightly by all four, and being held spread-eagled like a sack of flour, she couldnıt do much. The guys got a big kick out of watching, and several joined in, holding her legs or arms to support her. My guess is that she was somewhat stuck on her self, so they enjoyed seeing her being given a come down. They also appreciated her short denim jumper riding up her legs, exposing a lot above the tops of her socks. She had the bottom two buttons opened, making it even worse. It also looked like she didnıt have a bra under her knit polo, Iım sure they were hoping to see her nipples through the wet shirt.
The girls came to the surf holding their victim. Fisherman still didnıt want her shoes soaked, she tried to hold back and stay on dry sand, but when it was clear the others intended on wading into the surf and dumping Junior Miss into the water, she managed to slip her shoes off & kick them away before she came to the surf. No one was paying her any attention, so she must have felt her nice shoes were far enough away to be safe. When they got about ankle deep, Junior Miss fought so hard to get free that one girl lost hold of her right ankle. Her leg thrashed out hard, that foot plunged a little way into the water. When she felt the water soak her foot she let out a squeal that started with ³NOOOO² and ended up with a little girl squeal. Weejuns managed to grab the loose foot again and they waded out about knee deep. Mark and I could see that that shoe was already turning dark from its quick partial plunge into the water.
Here the girl calmed down, tried to reason with the others. Skimmers merely said she was getting tired, she didnıt know how much longer she was going to be able to hold the girlıs arm. The girl started low moaning and pleading. She had almost given up, and sagged back in their hold, head dropping until the end of her long hair dropped into the water. The hem of her denim skirt was also getting soaked. She was quietly whining and whimpering about her expensive outfit and shoes. We heard her say ³No, Please, donıt! Pleeeeaasse! Donıt ruin my shoes, oh my god, please, please, noooooooo! Then she whispered very loudly, but still a whisper: ³Why? Oh pleeease, donıt, donıt, no, no, oh god no, noooooooo!² The others merely chanted ³One, Two, ....Three!² and let her loose. She sank in the water, all but her head. But Fisherman grabbed her head and forced it under so she was soaked from head to toe, but not before she had let out a hoarse, whispery moan.
Now she was mad. but theyıd expected her to be. All the girls scattered while she stood up in the surf, yelling stuff like ³If I ever get my hands on you guys!² She came out of the water looking for revenge. She was totally soaked, her nice shoes were soaked, a dark and dull color. The leather belt was also soaked, dark and dull and staining the waist of her jumper as its brown die bled into the denim. Water was squirting when she walked, flooding out of the closed toe where it had collected, squishing inside where her socks were soaked.
Fisherman stopped to slip her sandals on, then ran to join the others at the picnic area. She didn't take time to buckle the straps to her shoes, just let them flop as she ran. Most of the boys were crowded at the water to watch Junior Miss get dunked. Her nipples showed very well through her knit top. The bib front of her jumper was cut below her boobs, so the guys got a very good look. Several guys tried to have some fun with her, but she was not in the mood. She shoved a couple of the guys back as they came up to her trying to comfort her, make light of the dunking. A couple of the guys got mad at that, they just pulled her back into the water and started dunking her some more, adding insult to her injuries.
When she got loose from these guys, she spotted Skimmers nearby and ran over to her and shoved her down in the surf. Grabbing her now soaked and scuffed white wedge heel skimmers, she pulled them off and tossed them, one at a time, out into the water. Skimmers managed to jump high enough to deflect one to the side, but the second shoe sailed out far, plunged into the water, and sank. Boy, were they waterlogged. Skimmers just stood there in shock, holding her remaining shoe, then she slipped it on and walked back to the others, knowing her shoe was lost in deeper water than she could find it in.
But, Junior Miss was really after the one who dunked her under and she spotted Fisherman near the bridge to the picnic area, having just rebuckled her shoes and about to join the others. The girls who dunked her must have thought it was over, they Junior Miss had been having fun with the guys and didnıt see her grab Skimmers shoes. They didnıt know she was now on the warpath. Fisherman was totally unaware she was still angry.
Junior Miss came up behind Fisherman and grabbed her by her pony tail. Fisherman was a small girl, less then 5ı high. Junior Miss was larger. She yelled at Fisherman something about ruining her outfit, then yanked so hard on the pony tail she pulled Fisherman off balance and she fell on her butt, JM still holding her hair. Then JM started kicking her, leaving dark brown marks on her khaki shorts from the wet, brown leather platforms. When she let go of the hair, Fisherman grabbed her head where her hair had been pulled. JM grabbed her hands and started pulling Fisherman back to the surf, on her butt. He nice tailored khaki shorts were getting ground in the sand. She was trying to resist. Fisherman tried to stand up, tried to dig her heels into the sand. Her calfskin fisherman sandals were digging twin trenches in the wet sand, getting full of sand. I could see the finish being scraped off the stacked heels as she was pulled over some rocks and rough areas. At one point she turned over trying to get her knees and feet up under her to allow her to stand up. She didnıt make it, JM just pulled her on her knees. This time the toes of her closed toe sandals were digging in the sand. Poor shoes! Theyıd never by new again. Her knees were getting a work out too.
The butt of her shorts was very wet & dirty too. Probably roughed up the fabric. She twisted back again so her heels were dragging. One of the heel straps on her sandals pulled off her heel, that shoe came loose in the sand after being drug half on for a couple of feet. She twisted back on her knees again, this time dragging the toes of a bare foot. At the water the guys watched JM drag the girl into the surf on her stomach, knees, and toes. She just hauled her into the water till her face was soaked. Then she let go. As Fisherman got up on her knees coughing & spitting salt water, JM grabbed her by the waist band of her shorts and lifted and dragged her out deeper. Then she held the girlıs head under for about 10 seconds, long enough to scare the girl. She gave the victim several kicks to the butt. She walked away then spotted the sandal that had pulled off during the dragging. She stuck the toe of her platform sandal inside the tiny fisherman sandal and gave it a hard kick. Iım sure she meant to send it so far out into the water that it would be lost. Instead it flew up very high in a arc and came down about 15 feet out further than Fisherman was standing. Still, Fisherman had to wade out to waist deep to get her sandal.
Junior Miss had finished with Fisherman before the poor girlıs friends knew what was happening, they were back at the picnic area enjoying sodas and snacks before they knew anything was wrong. Fisherman was crying softly, saying her mom was gonna kill her when she saw what happened to her brand new sandals. They were soaked, scuffed, and sandy. Her cute khaki shorts showed severe abrasion on the seat, though it wasnıt worn through. She rejoined the others and we didnıt see any more.
The two of us wondered where that white leather skimmer was going to wash ashore. We beachcombed the surf the next several days after high tide, but never spotted it.