Gadget Girl's HQ (A.K.A. her parent's house)
Gadget Girl rings the doorbell and a middle aged Asian woman answers the door. Sarah! You finally found a friend who thinks it's Halloween everyday. He he. Mom! Oh. Sorry. Gadget Girl. Come on in. Friends of Sarah's are always welcome. Come on dude, you gotta help me up the stairs. You do realize that I can teleport right? Yet you made me walk three miles to my house on my sprained ankle! She says with extreme anger in her voice. I offered to carry you. Why you- I'm sorry, I'm kinda unstable sometimes, it's nothing. I'll carry you up the steps. Sound like a deal? Sure. You carry her up the steps and set her down on her bed. Gadget Girl's Room
Now, about that ankle. Right, we should probably take your shoe and sock off to um, better assess the damage. Be my guest. Oh, and GG? Yes? The secret identity thing- Sarah Kasegawa, she says as she takes off her cat mask. DJ Thompson, you say as you take off your mask. I... wow... you're... She blushes. Yes? I... uh... I'll take that as a "You're really cute" Am I right? You shake your head yes, you never really could talk to hot women... If you want, I can put the mask back on so that you can talk to me in complete sentences. N-no, I n-need to g-get used to y-you is a-all. That's sweet. She smiles at you. Now, ankle? R-right. Sorry. You remove her shoe and sock, admiring her shiny black nail polish for a few seconds, before starting to rotate her ankle. You play with it a bit until you hear an audible "pop" to which Sarah winces in pain briefly, then looks really relieved. Thanks DJ, that's soooo much better. DJ? What?! You say surprised. Were you just staring lovingly at my foot? What? Pssh. No. You just talked to me without stuttering, that means you're lying. How- It's one of my powers. I can read you like a book. Secret exposed, you just wanna curl up in a ball and die. DJ. Y-yes? How far do you want to go with your fetish? Are we talking foot massages foot fetish? Or, "I'd rather marry your feet than you"? Clos-ser to the second o-one, but i-it's n-not that bad... Excellent, she says in a slightly evil tone. She has you kinda scared now. She takes off her other shoe and sock and flexes her toes a bit. Dont you just wanna suck on them? Dont you footboy? Hmm? No way she knows that you're foot whipped beyond help, and have a thing for dominant women. You pull her feet closer to your face and start kissing them. Then...
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