Mister Apnea is back and this time in company with Trashy, his dear friend, alternative model and fitness girl. Since Trashy doesn't love going to the gym - she can't stand the harassing looks of ridiculous macho men - she often comes to my house for training herself with my exercise equipment. After twenty minutes of sit ups (Trashy has a lean body and abs of steel) I invited her to take a moment of rest. With her consent, I took off her leather boots (comfortable but not ideal for good transpiration of the skin) and, in the role of Mister Apnea, I began to smell avidly her pink socks, impregnated with cheesy sweat. I'm not a fan of the socks, but sniffing the pink ones make me happy :). After a few minutes of socks smelling, I took them off and... what a sublime pleasure to feel into my nostrils the wonderful smell of stinky sweaty feet after gym! Say what you will, but the intensity of the bare foot odor is unequalled. I admit it: I am a Sweat Addict. Many thanks Trashy for the unforgettable olfactory emotions!