A young woman reads her magazine and sips some tea she brewed from some leaves she found in a jar. As she drinks the tea, she starts to feel strange, getting a tightness in her throat and chest, she drinks more to try and quench the tickle in her throat that is turning into a burning sensation. As she grasps at her throat and then sips more to finish it off, hoping that the systemic reaction will pass, but instead her airway slowly closes and she gags chokes and flails, cup hitting the floor and her body going into seizures flopping from the sofa to the floor after visibly drooling and coughing up fluids. She grasps at her throat and face turns red, and then she goes straight and starts to rattle and die, kicking her feet as her shoes come off and her dirty socks are revealed. She twitches and flops until she is still and wide eyed, mouth open dead. As she lays there dead for a while, in comes her husband who just got off work. He is not ready for what he sees and goes to test her pulse, seeing the cup and the jar on the counter, he knows it is his samples from the rain forest that he was going to experiment with for a new drug, but unfortunately he buried it in the back of the cabinet where she would never look. He caresses her and scoops her up setting her body on the couch. He kisses her and caresses her face, smelling her feet and socks, then pulling her tank top down to see her perfect breasts. He pinches and sucks on them as her plays with her. He stands up and gets her feet over the arm of the sofa, smelling them and sniffing the soles of her dirty white socks. He then rubs the soles through his pants on his cock, which gets him aroused as he does it a few times rubbing them hard against his crotch. After enjoying her feet for a bit he caresses her crotch and sees she was wet thinking about him coming home, but he is quite upset and scoops her up bringing her close to him, smelling and kissing her neck and hair trying to think about how things used to be. He falls asleep with his beautiful dead wife in his arms, dreaming of what to do next... without her.