Once your toes have tasted forbidden nicotine, there's no going back. Aimee Tyler discovered this recently upon reading an article in a scientific journal about how your feet live on, way after your body's rotted to putrescence from lung cancer. Never one to accept  facts on sheer faith, Aimee experimented in dark alleyways and carpeted stairwells, to discover that her feet are now having their own forms of primitive orgasm.  Every time she lights up they resonate with a vibration that jiggles the bones, loosens the molars and rattles the eyeballs. Only problem is she can't put her shoes on any more.