We know about the thing with the briefcase and the wet shoes, by the way.

I slipped out of my wet shoes and carried them down the hall to the guest room.

He left his wet shoes on the porch outside.

I sat down on the bed and took off my wet shoes and socks.

I had to put the wet shoes back on though.

If I didn't intervene soon, he would have wet shoes and spend the rest of the day in misery.

The boy already had an old box, one wet shoe and some wood under his arm.

She had got home late for her dinner, with her shoes and stockings very wet.

Even with my wet shoes and cold toes, this was a treat.

Chia looked down at her own wet shoes on the white shag and decided she'd better do the same.