You settle in. Without Sarah walking, you are steady in place. You can relax with the comforting feeling of her body's breathing and motion, and watch the impressive sight of her driving.
Her immense arms turn the wheel ahead of you, indescribable strength in turn manipulating a vehicle even vaster than this giant. When the arm near which you cling rises and falls, the world around you moves as well, every minor motion rippling through reality.
She and Alfie talk during the drive, and again you are unable to turn away her words. They discuss how great the night is going to be, wonder if Taylor will be all right, whisper compliments to each other. At times Alfie attempts to nuzzle at Sarah's neck, and the giantess has to shrug him away, the most dangerous motion of the journey as you are nearly crushed between them!
As the male giant retracts, you consider him again. Does he truly love this woman? Or does he just love to fuck any woman he can? Was Becca a one-off, or does he have a trail of conquests and affairs? Would Sarah smile so much at him - like she is now, with that wide, wide mouth - if she knew the truth.
You sigh. There is little that you can do, and you should really stop concerning yourself with the affairs of greater beings. Survival is all that you should think about.
The seatbelt whizzes past you at deadly speed, the couple rising and leaving the car. Arm in arm, they approach a fancy-looking restaurant, maybe Italian or French from what little of the name you can see. The gigantic greeter accepts them and guides them to their reserved table, little old you carried along for the ride.
It's a romantic place, with low lighting provided by the candles at each table. Alfie pulls out the chair for his wife, and as she sits you look down at the majestic spread of white tablecloth, with towers holding candles and roses. He sits opposite, and you awkwardly wonder what you should do.
Wine is provided, and he pours. Sarah leans her elbows on the table, clasping her hands under her chin, and your view is stolen for a while. Her voice echoes as she whispers more romantic nothings, and in her shadow you panic. Can you stay here? What should you do?
Sarah sits up suddenly, rocking you in place. Her arms sweep to the tabletop, smoothing at the cloth as a waiter provides the starters. A large plate sits between the two giants, and upon it sit a large number of upturned irregular bowls, holding lumps of gleaming flesh: oysters. Seems that they have a very romantic evening planned indeed, and maybe that is why they may not return home tonight!
Alfie scoops up an oyster, and Sarah is not too far behind in reaching out with her great arm.
There is a large number of these snacks on the table, so if you wanted you could get down there to have some yourself; when is the next time you're likely to get the chance?
If that's too risky, you could stay up here to further observe. Or maybe just climb down to the table, ready for when the main meal arrives. Then again, there are other tables here; maybe you could get to some other people, see what they're having...
Or is your conscience playing up? Seeing Sarah looking so lovingly at Alfie, is this too much? You could climb up to her ear, utter the name 'Becca', explain how her husband betrayed her...
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