Months of growing and swelling and ripening into a big beautiful peach finally paid off. You and your friends were finally being picked— the moment you'd all been waiting for.

But, out of all the peaches, the southern farmer girl chose you. Her rough, yet gentle hands slid along your curvy body and plucked you from the tree. She held you for a moment, then smiled.

"Hey there, good-lookin'! You're a mighty fine peach, ain'tcha!"

And after examining you, her smile went mischievous. She walked barefoot to the porch where she set you on the floorboards.

"Mm.. Hold still, sweetie.. Hah! I'm treatin' you like a darn person, ain't I?"

With that, she lowered her dirty foot onto you, wrapping her strong, calloused toes around your fuzzy, smooth skin. She ran her arch along your sides, and then sat down.

"My.. I could get used to this!"

She introduced her second foot to you by pressing her sole to your front, pinning you between her feet. Then, with a satisfied sigh, she simply rested one heel on your head.

"Aah.. Peaches sure are fun, y'know? Maybe I should mash 'em up with mah feet! Whaddya think, cutie?"

Do you: A: Let her stomp you to a pulp under her feet B: Go back to being rubbed between her feet C: Reunite with your friends and leave her behind Or D: Wish you were a lemon