Louise sits calmly in her seat, and she has clearly made some effort, as if expecting this to be a proper date. She's wearing a little black dress, her hair has been straightened and make-up has smoothed her complexion considerably. As you see her, you question why you'd started talking to someone so young, and have to remind yourself that it's because you wanted to see what the up-and-coming generation were like, the next generation that would be inheriting the world you hoped to save. That, and she is part of the generation that has grown up with the dating apps you used, and an expert in the system!
She smiles as Tara says her name and approaches, and allows your ride to sit. She pleasantly listens through Tara's speech about how you'd communicated her through false pretences, while on a survival expedition. Louise does not rage, does not demand. Is a calm exterior a worse sign of psychopathy, you wonder?
Then, without a single request for permission, Tara uncups her hand, offering third of an inch tall you out as an offering to your date. Louise's jaw drops, but she smiles as her gaze fixes intently upon you. “Richard?” she asks. “Is that you? Wow, you're living the dream, buddy!”
Not quite the shock you'd been expecting, but Tara's face must have shown it more than yours, as Louise takes her eyes off you to address your companion. “Y'know? There're guys out there who get turned on by imagining giant women. Either the girl stomping around a city, or the guy being little like Richard here. It's a fetish, yeah?”
Tara looks down at you with astonishment written hugely across her features. You're thankful she can't identify your blushes, but then Louise speaks again.
“I mean, to get by I've had to take a few extra jobs, working at a bar and sometimes shooting these videos for a dude where I play the giantess.”
Tara looks back across to the other woman, no doubt wondering what exactly she's wandered into here. For your part, you're amazed that you'd somehow managed to connect with a person possessing some small knowledge of this sort of situation!
“Can I hold him?” Louise asks, and Tara raises her hand, too dazed to question further. The fingertips of the two giant women touch like ships docking, and you stroll from one hand to the other, finding Louise's younger skin so much softer, not only through age but due to not having lived hiking in the outdoors so much.
Louise lifts you to her face, and you can see your entire body reflected in the depths of her dark eyes. Turning a dial on your suit, you speak at a volume she can hear.
“Louise, I'm sorry for how I've treated you.”
“Address me as 'goddess', insect!” she snaps, raising her mouth so that you have a front row seat to the blast of air and sound that escapes her gaping teeth. As you quail before her fury, the glossy lips squeeze together in a cheeky smile. “Kidding!” Louise laughs. “I just always wanted to try that for real, just the once!”
She's accepting of your situation all right, but you're not sure you feel comfortable in her possession. You spare a look back for Tara, who's still trying to process things.
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