As she went round the mountain, she lazily grasped the top of the hillside, creating a small cascade of pebbles which danced down the hill, she giggled at the sight, though to normal sized humans it was an avalanche, not that that concerned Vera, they were inferior beings, not worth concerning herself with, often so much paste on her boot soles. All was peaceful in her world even if not for those underfoot in the crushed settlements she walked through uncaringly, almost too peaceful, it got Vera thinking, she had been too serious recently, making money, and the tinies had so got her message that she had done very little actual punishment recently, she was longing just to do something.....fun.....something just to remind the tinies that she is really the one in control and to remind herself of her power, she could do what she wanted. She looked down at her self, her mountainous cleavage straining at the silk low cut jumper, her endless skinny black leather jean clad legs, pouring into the exquisite Louboutin boots whose soles compressed the ground. Just then she looked up, in the distance, shimmering in the sunshine, was a city, Vera's heart skipped a beat, she bit her lips, she thought, why not? **** the consequences, she was the one in charge, and then afterwards home for a relaxing drink or two or three......just like the old days. Retracing her steps she got back to where she had left her leather jacket and gloves and phoned her people to get her apartment ready.........then putting on her jacket and gloves, she put gloved hands on hips, and almost danced a jig, awesome idea, as she started her carefree saunter towards her prize..........