I'm laying on a giant wrench that is quite cold and since I'm naked, I hoped Tim would come back fast and see me.
After about 5 minutes I heard his huge boots clomping on the sidewalk getting closer and closer. I was getting very excited about being in giant Tim's possession. Suddenly he was directly above me! A true giant in all his glory! As I lay in the toolbox looking up it was truly awesome! I could see his mighty arms and his large chest and to top it off his rugged, masculine face. His brown hair stuck out around his ball cap. He had a large steel watch on his left wrist that looked very manly on him. As he reached down to pick up some tools on the sidewalk to put in his toolbox, he glanced in his box so I waved my arms back and forth to get his attention. He immediately dropped the tools back on the sidewalk and his eyes opened wide as he said,
"HOLY SHIT! WHO, OR WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?"
As he crouched right above me. I yelled back so he could hear me,
"I'm Steve, the guy that lives on the second floor."
"HOLY FUCK ALMIGHTY, YOU ARE THE SMALLEST PERSON I HAVE EVER SEEN! I COULD PUT YOU RIGHT ON THE SIDEWALK AND CRUSH YOU LIKE A BUG WITH MY BOOT".
"Oh please don't do that", I said. " I need your help, I'm cold, naked, tiny, and helpless, and I hurt my leg jumping in here too."
"IT SOUNDS TO ME LIKE YOU'RE A WHINY LITTLE RUNT. LET ME TAKE A CLOSER LOOK AT YOU".
"Be careful, my leg you know".
"YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW.' he said, as I saw his massive left hand approaching, opening, and putting his fingers around my body as he curled them closed with me inside his now closed fist. His warm closed hand around my little naked body warmed me up and I actually felt secure in his fist. He lifted me right up to his face and I could feel and smell his warm breath blowing on my face. Then I saw his giant teeth as he started smiling and said,
"I'M GOING TO HAVE ALOT OF FUN WITH YOU LITTLE STEVE. LET ME GET THESE TOOLS PUT AWAY AND WE'LL GO INSIDE TO MY APARTMENT AND WE'LL GET STARTED".
I saw him pick up his tools with his right hand, throw them in the toolbox, and carried the toolbox with me still clenched in his left hand at his side as he walked inside. His apartment looked similar to mine except it was much messier. Dirty dishes were stacked in the sink and on the counter, clothes laying on the floor along with a few empty beer and pop cans crumpled up. For being a caretaker, he sure didn't take care of his place very well. He set his toolbox down by the door and then carried me into his bathroom.
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