Trapped In Cherokees

It's Friday and this last week was intense. I feel like I haven't sat down for a month. My wife had about the same week, but she was going to have an even busier weekend. She wanted to know if I would cover for her (dressed up as a cocktail waitress at the casino), but I didn't know if I still had it in me. However, she did mention that I would be required to dress in these sandals for the 70's reunion. Suddenly, I found the energy. A bit tucking and stuffing and I could pass in her skimpy outfit. The nylons felt so nice in those sandals. Now, I was really energized to work as many hours as needed. I agreed. Now, there is no backing out. But, then she mentioned that I could not take the sandals off since the outfit would require me to wear a very tight corset. I will be trapped in these sandals. Okay, it is time to leave. But, the car won't start. I'd better get started walking... the 10 miles... in a skimpy outfit... silky nylons... and a pair of Cherokee wedge sandals that I can't take off. I'm wet just thinking about this one.