Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Will Somers Title: The Lost Shoes Universe: Twisted Primer Summary: Becky left her shoes at Mr. Stewart's house and he has a special way of helping her find them and still be on time to first grade. Keywords: Mg, fsolo, oral, cons, 1st, parody Becky loved to go barefoot. In summer, she loved to run and dance both indoors and out. She loved to walk on the grass with her toes wriggling on the cool ground. In winter, she had to wear shoes outside, but she took off her shoes when she came inside. Becky was in first grade. Every morning she woke up, took off her nighty, and washed her face. She combed her long, brown hair. She put on clean, shiny underpants. She put on a clean dress and pulled it down to cover her underpants. Then she put on her socks and shoes, and ran downstairs to eat breakfast. After breakfast, her mommy tied a pretty ribbon in her hair. Then she rode with her daddy and sister to school. School was fun, but the teacher always made her wear her shoes, except for nap time. After school, Becky walked home. Some days, Becky stopped at Mr. Stewart's house. Mr. Stewart lived next door. He was their neighbor. He had a flower garden. The most beautiful flowers were in the back yard. Becky loved to bend over and sniff the lovely flowers one by one. Mr. Stewart liked Becky to visit. He let her sniff all of the flowers. He let her take off her shoes and socks, and dance and play in his yard. When Becky visited, Mr. Stewart sat on his patio and watched. He always smiled at her. One day, when she danced, Mr. Stewart made a funny noise. Becky stopped and looked at him. She could see his winky. It was big, thick, and red. It looked like a sausage. He rubbed it up and down. Becky stared at him. But Mr. Stewart just smiled and asked her to dance some more. She danced for him. She twirled and twirled. Then she went home. The next morning, Becky woke up, took off her nighty, and washed her face. She combed her long, brown hair. She put on clean, shiny underpants. She put on a clean dress. She put on socks. But her school shoes were gone. Becky decided to make pigtails. She could find her shoes later. She found two pretty ribbons. She tied her hair in pigtails. Then she looked for her shoes. She looked in her closet. There were the shiny black patent leather shoes she wore to church. There were the smooth soled sneakers we wore to play tennis with her daddy. There were the soft bedroom slippers she never wore except when her grandma visited. But there were no school shoes. She ran to the bathroom. They weren't in there. She ran downstairs to look in the hall closet. They weren't in there. Slowly, she walked into the kitchen to eat breakfast. "Mommy, I can't find my shoes," she said. "Eat your breakfast. I will look for them." Becky ate her breakfast. Her mommy looked in the hall closet. Then she went upstairs and looked in Becky's closet. She looked under the bed, She looked in the bathroom. She did not find them. Becky finished her breakfast. Her mommy came back into the kitchen. She was unhappy. "You are a big girl, now," her mommy said. "You took your shoes off. You should remember where you left them." Suddenly, Becky remembered! "I took them off in Mr. Stewart's yard!" she cried. Her mommy said, "Run right over and get them. Daddy is in a hurry to leave." Daddy looked up. He was reading the newspaper. Becky ran to Mr. Stewart's yard. She didn't stop to sniff the beautiful flowers. She looked and looked but her shoes weren't there. Mr. Stewart came out on his patio. He was wearing his robe and slippers. He smiled at Becky. "Did you lose something?" he asked. "I can't find my school shoes!" Becky cried. "Come in, I think I can help." Becky stepped into Mr. Stewart's kitchen. "Are you late for school?" Mr. Stewart asked. "Mommy told me to hurry, but daddy is reading the newspaper," she said. "Okay, I can help you," he said. "Do you know how to rub your coochie?" "No," Becky said. "It will help find your shoes," he said. Becky lifted her dress. Mr. Stewart pulled down her shiny little underpants. He licked his fingers. He gently rubbed her coochie up and down. "How does that feel?" he asked. "It feels really nice," Becky said. "You try it." Becky licked her fingers. She gently rubbed her coochie up and down. Mr. Stewart's winky stuck out of his robe. It was long, thick, and red. He rubbed it, too. Becky's finger got wet. "I have to pee," she said. "It's not pee. Your coochie gets wet when you rub it. Does it feel really nice?" "Oh, yes," she said. Becky's finger was wet and slippery. It felt really nice to touch the little nub at the top of her coochie. She rubbed and rubbed. Becky shivered a little but she wasn't cold. It was very exciting. "Oh, oh!" she said. "Do you see your shoes?" Mr. Stewart asked. Becky looked around. "No." "We will try something else. My winky is like a lollipop. Did you know that?" Becky was surprised. "Why?" "I can make it taste just like one," he said. Mr. Stewart poured some red syrup on his winky. Becky stuck out her little pink tongue. She licked his winkie. It tasted just like a lollipop! Becky licked his winky up and down. She slid it in and out of her mouth. It felt just like a big hot dog. Mr. Stewart made funny noises, just like the day before. "Oh, my!" he said. Becky licked his winky some more. She slid it in and out of her mouth. Mr. Stewart grabbed her long, brown pigtails. He held them by the roots. He pushed his winky in and out of her mouth. He pushed really deep. Becky coughed. "Aaaagh!" she cried. It sounded funny with Mr. Stewart's big, thick winky in her mouth. Mr. Stewart didn't let go of her pigtails. He was shivering. "Oh, oh, oh!" he said. Then Becky felt something warm and gooey in her mouth. Mr. Stewart cried, "Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my!" His winky squirted gooey stuff into her mouth. It tasted thick and salty. "Eew!" Becky cried. Then she saw her shoes! They were on the kitchen table! "We found them!" she cried. "Thank you, Mr. Stewart!" Becky put on her shoes. Mr. Stewart smiled. "See you later," he said. Becky smiled back and said, "See you later!" Becky ran into the kitchen and cried, "Mr. Stewart helped me find my shoes!" Becky's mommy smiled and said, "That's good, honey. Daddy is ready to go." "Okay! Good bye, Mommy!" Becky's mommy kissed her on the forehead. She took out a pretty little handkerchief and wiped the creamy white goo from Becky's chin. Becky gave her mommy a kiss. Then she ran to her daddy's car. **** Feel free to copy and/or modify this work and redistribute it as long as you acknowledge that the new work copies some content from this story. 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