I was dumbstruck. For the past five minutes or so, I had been completely immersed in Selena Gomez's dirty laundry without even knowing it. And to top it off, it was still sitting right in front of me, with no one else around to see what I was about to do; After getting cold feet at Selena's dressing room door, I wasn't about to risk leaving this place emptyhanded again. I instinctively lunged at the cart, burrowing furiously like a rabid fox through the sea of mildly soiled clothing. I hadn't noticed it before, but Selena's laundry was surprisingly pungent...I suppose the terror of being caught had temporarily overcome my sense of smell during my brief ride in the cart. And yet, here I stood, in plain sight of anyone who might walk in, flagrantly rifling through someone else's dirty laundry without fear...something inside me must have snapped. I grabbed a rather loud floral blouse, pressing it to my face and gently caressing it against my cheek. I capriciously dropped the blouse, advancing to a lavender scarf that I flung around my neck, getting goosebumps as the silky material grazed my skin. A pair of crimson tights caught my eye, and within seconds, my face was buried in them...inhaling deeply through the fabric to catch even the faintest traces of her scent. I couldn't believe the treasure trove I had stumbled upon. Every item of clothing stimulated my senses to an almost euphoric level...it was almost too much to take. But as I extracted a pair of black jeans from the pile, I noticed something that stopped me dead in my tracks.

"The crown jewel..." I whispered, holding aloft a pair of balled-up, lime-green knee socks. It was almost as if I had wished them into existence, as I dreamt of the smell of her feet whilst in the cart. My face grew warm as I felt it flush with raw desire, my chin quivering as if the room temperature had dropped to 35 degrees. This is it, I thought, anxiously unrolling one of the stockings, this is the real thing. Without further delay, I draped the green sock across my right hand, bringing it up just below my eager nostrils, and took a huge whiff.

My knees buckled, almost causing me to fall once again to the cold, tiled floor as I staggered backward. The smell was overwhelming...like a high school locker room after a basketball game that had gone into overtime. "Hoo-wee, Selena..." I muttered, squinting my eyes as if someone had hit me with pepper spray. I gazed at the sock, dangling from the pinch of my thumb and forefinger. Who was I kidding? This didn't disgust me. Sure, it was a bit of a shock to discover that the girl I had idolized for so long had such stinky feet...but let's be honest, I was loving every minute of it. I pressed the sock hard against my nose again, prepared for the impending stench as I sniffed it once more. My head grew light; The musk that emanated from Selena's sock was giving me a physical high...it was my new drug, and I couldn't get enough. I could have stayed in that room forever, sucking in the fragrance of her filthy sock until I passed out...but something suddenly interrupted my fun...