This choice: she turns back and walks the "catwalk" the other way • Go Back...Chapter #5she turns back and walks the "catwalk" ... by: Me   Vera was enjoying being the centre of attention having all these tinies watching her in their little helicopters. She enjoyed the strutting around saying "look at me" She continued strutting backwards and forwards, showing off her svelte yet voluptuous body in her figure hugging clothes, and her new boots, continuing to trample over the roadway with its cars bridges, signs, some adjoining buildings, power lines and railway tracks, until finally with a big yawn, she was tired now she trudged back home, her boots causing maximum damage to the countryside as she dragged her feet. The helicopters meekly followed her until she waved them away catching one or 2 in the draught and they crashed to the ground, completely ignored by Vera. Her father had known better and his helicopter was well back but some of the newer pilots....... Absolutely oblivious to the carnage at her feet, the cars, the roadway, trees etc and particularly the people, several 1000 all told....when she watched the TV news later and saw this she just shrugged, "what do you want ME to do about it?", much to the shock of those serving her every need, as she ate another piece of steak, and signalled for another beer, but they really should have known she was like this, after all this time....
Anyway, wiping her feet/shoes when she came in is not something that Vera did very much, she had an army of 1000 tinies to do that, and this time was no exception, as the dirty boot prints across the deep pile carpet testified…..she was so pleased with her new boots that even as she curled up on the expensive soft leather sofa she was still wearing them. It was then that she noticed….”ewwww!” she screamed as she noticed the beautiful trademark red soles of her black Louboutin boots were badly stained. “My beautiful boots!”, she wailed as she looked closer. It looked messy……it was bits of cars and tiny bodies…..the fruits of her stroll down the “catwalk”……suddenly without warning she threw her beer bottle across the room, where it collided with a mirror and shouted: “get these $%^$ing things clean!”…….the 1000s of tinies had to jump to it…….they massed like large ants at her feet as she continued munching her food watching TV and sipping another beer…….occasionally she would shift her body, putting scores of the tinies in great danger……a death toll of 30 meant they had got off really lightly……..
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