My name is Rachel. My husband sent you a story about me stepping on roaches in our garage a few weeks ago. Now I want to sent your crush fans one of my own! First, I am 33yrs. old, 5' 6" I have shoulder length alburn hair and I weigh 120lbs ( my husband wrote 115 lbs but he was just being sweet!). I wear an 8 1/2 size shoe and I am smoker. I wanted to let your crush fans read a story from a women's point of veiw. Many of us women do step on bugs! But I LOVE to step on and crush anything alive!! I have a real fetish about it. It is the most enjoyable thing for me to crush the life out of living things under the soles of my feet and shoes. I do not crush anything without shoes on because I found that a good hard pair of leather soled shoes crushes things flatter and makes more crunching sounds than a barefoot. Besides, I don't want any guts on my bare feet!

This story takes place one thursday morning. I had some time off from work and decided to go through some junk in the garage mainly boxes that have been sitting there since we moved into our house. I was wearing a pair of leggin type slacks, one of my husband's tee shirts and a pair of slide sandals with a very hard rubber sole.I started going threw the boxes and must have stepped on and ground to pieces 6 or 7 big roaches which was no surprise to me because living in Florida you are never short of bugs besides, I love to step on these big roaches anyway because they crunch so nice under the sole of my sandal when I step on them! I had walked back over to the work bench to get a cigarette, as I lit it, I heard a scratching sound from behind the work bench on the floor. I took a drag from my cigarette and exhaled and got a flashlight out of the tool box. I bent down and shined the light into the darkened part of the floor behind the work bench. I figured it was just another big roach that had escaped being crushed to death under my sandals. Whatever it was I had already planned to step on it I let nothing live in or around my house or garden. I kill everything!!

What I saw was a mouse the little white kind you would use in lab class in school. At first it gave me a bit of a scare but then I got mad. " GREAT!" I said to myself " just what I need, mice!" At first I was just going to flush it out from under the work bench and step on it! I know, I know no woman does a thing like this who would really crush a living mouse to death with their foot! I WOULD!! In my past i've had to step on a few mice and if you don't believe a women would crush mice check out the crush page on the net! My choice not to stomp this rodent into a pulp was a good choice. I let it go it's way so I could see were it was going I thought maybe it had a nest. So I stood there and smoked my cigarette and whatched it go in throught a hole in the side of an empty box. This box was full of shreaded paper from a fragile object that my mother had sent us from Ireland. I put two and two together and figured out that indeed I had a rodant nest in my own house! I took one last drag from my cigarette and crushed it out under my sandal,grabbed a rag and waked over to that box and stuffed into the hole so no mice could escape.

I picked the box and brought it over to the work bench and sat it down. I could hear the mice running around inside may be they knew what they were in for. I lit another cigarette, I seem to like to smoke when I step on something why? I don't know I just do. I held the cigarette in my lips and opened one flap on the box and reached in and grabbed a mouse it was a female about 5" long I didn't even look at it I just turned around and slammed the mouse to the floor my intention was to disable it so it could't run. It tried to move and I lifted my right foot and stepped on it and crushed under the sole of my sandel. the sound it made was a sqwishy crunching sound. I raised my foot and stepped down on it's body again this time I put my full body weight into it and the mouse's insides squrited out from under my sandal. I had the entire mouse completely under the sole of my sandal nothing showed out but it's tale.I took a drag from my cigarette and began to stomp and stomp and stomp the mouse into the cement floor! I had crushed it so flat, that it would have taken a floor scraper to get it's body off the floor. I took the other mouse and stepped on it the same way as the first one.

I opened the box completely to check for anymore rodants and found that there was pinky mice in there as well. I just dumped the box onto the floor and gave all five my personal attention! As I smoked I stepped on and twisted their bodies under my now gut stained soles of my sandals. I made sure that each one was crushed and twisted flat without mercy I really enjoyed doing it too! And needless to say I don't have a mouse problem anymore!

Rachel "97"