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Dirty Desires : The fallout

Mason sat up on the couch everyday at 5:30pm, only in from work, with his sweaty socks on your face. He rarely changed his socks during the week, usually only on a Monday morning then he wore them to the following Monday. Yet it didn't matter that he came back on a friday with his white sock soles almost fully black and 50% made of sweat, you would be laid down on the carpet in front of the couch for him to use you as a foot stool. "Do my feet stink foot stool?" He would ask. To which the only acceptable answer was, "No Master Mason, your feet smell amazing and like a hard working man!" It wasn't always like this. Up until a few months ago you two were best friends and had no problem sharing the apartment. However one day you complained about him leaving his socks everywhere and expecting you to wash them. You made a snide remark about how he should be able to take care of his own socks, despite knowing in reality you shouldnt complain as he works almost 60 hrs and covers most of the rent. From that day on you have been his footstool, the scent of his sweaty eyewatering feet a reminder that he provides for the both of you.