Suddenly, a big, stubby fingered hand grabs you. It is the security guard for the parking lot. This particular security guard has always ben pretty protective of his students. Unfortunately, he is getting up in years, and has a slight case of dementia. He looks you over in curiosity , raises a brow, and says, "Hey! Ain't you that guy that's been sneekin around? " Whuddar you dooin heer . Trying to sneek past old Frank, huh? Just cuz yor short, that don't mean you can sneek past me. Ah got eyes lack eeguls, and ah know a dope deeler when ah see one." It seems strange that he isn't the least bit astonished at your size, but after listening to him, it is clear that he isn't all there. He repeats himself, "Well? What are you doing in mah parking lot?" You reply, "Yes, uh, My name is Roger Drake, and I was expected here. Didn't the principle tell you?" He looks at you with suspicion, and says, "He never tol me nothin bout no little man in no parkin lot lak this. You sure you ain't some dope deeler, or some prettitore?" You grin, thinking he is joking, but then he says, "I ain't laughing . I think you're up to no good , Mister Rogers, or Drake, or whatever yowr name is.", He carries you into the school building. A group of beautiful 18 year old girls goes by, chattering and laughing, and one of them spots you, tossing her long, thick, shining brunette hair over the puffy, little white sleaves going over her sensuous arms. She was curious as to why the old security guard was carrying a doll. Her big, luminous blue eyes look you over in curiosity, as her glossy lips part, and her blue plaid skirt swings in and out over her long, luscious legs, momentarily revealing the wonderful shape of her hips and upper thighs. Those big, luminous blue eyes make your heart sing, she is so beautiful. Still, you don't dare move. You don't dare let anyone notice that you are a living, moving, breathing little man, not without the protection of the principle. The guard stumbles, and your little arms flail, just as the brunette starts to turn and walk away. She does a double take, just as you are carried around the corner, and down the hallway of the North wing. Other students pass, and other girls notice, giving you strange looks, with raised brows, as they continue on past, and out of view. The guard lifts you out in front of him, saying, "You shouldn't uh come here, Mister Rogers. We don't like predditurs around heer." You yell in your soft, quiet little voice, "I'm not! I'm here for a speech! I'm supposed to be here! I was accidentally dropped by the girl who gave me a ride here. Then I was lost out there, and then a dog came, and, and, then you came along!" The guard says, "Do you think ah wuz born yesterday? The guard's big body blocks your view back down the hall, so you have no idea if anyone is still watching from behind. He just laughs, saying, "Well that's reel funny, Mister Rogers. Most folks like that usually come to the front office. They don't hang out in the parkin lot. I still think yore uh deeler, or uh stalker or something." you start to wonder if anyone is noticing the security guard talking to what looks like a doll. You aren't sure if any of the other girls actually saw you. The old security guard takes you way down the hallway, and into the biology lab, saying, "Mister? Back in the day, back when ah was actually on the force, down in Southern Mississippi, we used to string fellers lack you up. Hang em till their limp an lifeless." You say nervously, "You wouldn't. I mean, you aren't on the force anymore, and that was a long time ago, wasn't it? He said, "Cain't I? What makes you think ah wouldn't? Back in this lab, who would know? " He looks down, appearing very serious, as you gasp in horror. then he says. "Yeah, I know. Ah guess that wouldn't be right. Still, ah need to turn yore butt in. We don't have any holding cells round heer, but ah got somethin to put you in. At least ah think its still heer?" He wanders in to the lab storage room. It is full of metal shelves, loaded with equipment, and supplies. He steps up and down the aisles, looking all around. Finally, he looks down on a shelf, near the floor, saying, "Ah. Here it is. You try once more to explain why you were out in the lot, but he shakes his head, laughing, as he says, "Alright, mister. I think I'm going to have to put you down in here. At leest till we git some more answers from you. I ain't got time fir that rite now though." He stoops down, where there is a big lab animal cage, sliding the door open, and sticking you in amongst a bunch of cedar shavings, saying, "This ought to hold you till later. I just hope I can remember you later? Sometimes I forget things." He closes the door, and pushes the latch in place to lock you in. You jiggle the bars, saying, "Hey, you crazy old man? Let me out of here!" He stands up, and smiles down, saying, "That otta hold you till Tomara. I gotta git bback to mah dooties." You yell, and scream, rattling , and banging on the bars of your prison, but the old man just shifts from one foot to the other. as he does, you feel the ground shake under his tremendous weight, and it rattles your knees, and the loose things around you lying on the shelf. The shaking happens over and over, as he steps out of the storage room, turns out the lights, and shuts the door. You feel it over and over, as he heads toward the exit. He begins to sing to himself, as he steps from the lab, and out into the hall. As his voice echoes, and he steps away from the lab entrance, the shaking subsides, and finally disappears. His voice echoes from down the hall, becoming more and more distant, and finally disappears altogether as he steps from the building. You stand there in the silence, in that dimly lit back room, wondering how you ended up in this spot. It all seems so absurd, so terribly overdone. After listening to silence, pacing the metal floor of the cage until your feet hurt, you have a seat on the overturned food dish. After about two hours of sitting in silence, you hear the distant sound of the hallway doors open, but then silence again. You sit wondering how you will ever escape. Wondering if the old man will even remember having put you in there in the first place. All of the sudden, you notice a shaking. You don't hear a sound, but The shakes are definite. They grow stronger, but still you hear nothing, except the sound of the cage itself rattle slightly with each of the quiet rumbles. You hear the storage door creek open, and the lights come on. Then you hear the sound of muffled pats on the tiled floor, and each pat is accompanied by the shaking. It's the sound of someone stepping in, someone stepping quietly, wearing dainty little sneekers! Suddenly, the stunning brunette comes towering around the corner, making the floor shake as her weight comes down. It rattles your whole body, each time her dainty, low topped, white canvas sneekers softly pat against the floor, and causes her luscious, tender uppr thighs to quiver erotically! She steps down the aisle, stopping right in front of you, as she looks carefully over each shelf across from you. You look up over her towering, heavenly form, over those long, broad, tanned, luscious legs, and the swaying, blue plaid canopy, and the silky, brunette hair flowing down over her back! As she steps back to look over the shelves below, you see right up her blue plaid skirt, right up to luscious, baby smooth upper thighs, and her big, round, pantied cheeks! She bends over, looking at the bottom shelves acros from you, and your heart pounds, as her skirt lifts up in the back, revealing big, round, heart pounding moons, and a little white pair of panties! Then she turns, looks down, sees the cage, and spots you standing there, trembling feverishly! Her face lights up into a big, excited smile, as she lets out a gasp, and squats down in front of the cage, spreading her heavenly thighs out before you! You could see every inch of her big, long, broad inner thighs, and they delightfully poured out over the back of her shapely calves and ankles! They extended way out on either side of you, all the way to her round, smooth, silky knees. Her short, blue plaid skirt rested naughtily on top of her upper thighs, giving you an unobstructed look at her pantied crotch, and those long, silky smooth inner walls! as the skirt draped softly across the front of her big, round, wonderful hips. the round hills filling her white top, came down over the top of the cage, and she brought her face down , looking down at you through the bars above, letting her long, thick, fragrant hair cascade down softly . You felt her warm, sweet breath, as she said in an excited shrill, "Oh my God! It's just like a dream! What a little cutie! My God, this is so exciting! Her hand came down , as you backed nervously to the back of the cage, saying, "Yes. Uh, I'm Roger Drake." She gave out a squeel, as she slid the door open, and said, "My God! I just love that quiet little voice! Let's get you out of here. I can't wait to get you home!" She unlatches the latch, as you say, "Uh, wait a minute. Can't we talk about this?" She ignores you, sliding the door open, as she eagerly brings her hand in, and chases you around the cage with it. Finally, she catches a foot, and pulls you over for a better grip, pulling you out to her smiling face for a kiss! She rises to her feet, and leaves the lab, stepping down the long hallway, on her way home, saying, "We're going to have lots of fun, when I get you home!" As she steps from the building, and heads down the street, she adds, "I can hardly wait to show you to my friends tomorrow at school!"
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