Date: 9/16/2016
By Lady-of-Bronze
Nolan was visiting my house and the two of us were sitting at my kitchen table. I was wearing my knee-high socks. The bottoms were caked in dirt, which was really bothering me, but I couldn't take them off because I hadn't shaved. I had tried taking a wet paper towel and wiping up what I could, but it didn't do much. Eventually my germaphobia took over and I decided that I had to take off the socks. I told Nolan I'd only be a moment before walking into my room to change out of my shorts and socks and into some pants.