Before he could decide, Sarah scrunched her toes in anger and frustration and she let out a loud “GUUUURRRRHHHHH!!!”
“NO, UGH!” Scott let out as her toes came in against him from both sides. All the air was forced from his lungs. He looked up in a vain desperation for help but she wasn’t looking down at him. She relaxed her toes, releasing her grip on the tiny guy. Scott fell forward as he gasped for air. He landed face first on the patch of skin between her toes as he inhaled. Her feet were a little sweaty from all the walking she did on her shopping trip. The smell was almost indistinguishable to someone of normal size but it was very strong to tiny Scott.
He inhaled the rank odor as her landed face first on the skin which was now moist from sweat from all her walking. Her anger and tirade weren’t making things any better and her feet began to sweat more.
“Oh, GROSS!” Scott said in disgust as he attempted to pull himself up.
It was bad enough that his girlfriend’s pretty feet smelled like an un-cleaned gym locker but, to make matters worse, her smelly sweat now covered his face and arms.
Sarah moved again and continued to stomp around in her pissed off mood.
“PLEASE STOP!!!”
He continued to get beaten around between her toes. She’d walk across the room, stop and scrunched her toes in her frustration and crushing Scott further. She’d then angrily pace across the floor to the other end and do the same once again. Scott kept getting beaten and beaten over and over and all he could think about was when the HELL this bitch was going to CALM DOWN!
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Sarah stopped standing in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed and an angry expression still on her face.
“Screw HIM!” she said sounding a bit calmer “I’m not going to let that IDIOT ruin the rest of my day!”
She sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. She relaxed her toes and Scott fell forward landing face first on the sloe of her flip flop. Once he regained his breath, he began crawling frantically. He had just one thought…“GET AWAY FROM HER FEET!”
He got to the edge, rolled over onto the floor and struggled to make his way to safety under the coffee table. He arrived and braced himself against the leg of the coffee table. He waited there resting, trying to regain his strength. He looked up at his giant girlfriend. Sarah still looked irritated but she was his only hope for getting help.
He waited until he had caught his breath completely and was sure he had enough strength to continue. He now knew NOT to go to Sarah’s feet! He learned that was a bad idea. One way he could see was to make it to the couch, climb up it and try to get her to notice him there. Another way was to get on top of the coffee table. Sarah had one of the many purses in her collection sitting on the top and the strap was hanging over the edge. He could climb the purse strap up and get her attention from the coffee table.
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