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Chapter #4
The Dirt at Panam's Boots
by: Unknown
You make your way to the edge of the passenger’s seat and look down a carpet below.
You hear the sound of Johnny’s voice behind you. “Think you can make it?”
You’re unsure and get ready to move away from the edge, when the car hits a bump in the road, and makes the decision for you. You are send flying of the chair, screaming all the way down, and painfully crashing right in front of the passenger’s chair. Feeling every part of your body ache, you push yourself off the carpet and grunt. You look up at the nomad and start limping towards her big leather boots.
As you enter the driver’s foot compartment you look around, seeing one of the giantess’ boots pressed against the gas pedal while the other is resting near the breaks. The floor around you is dirty, dusty and covered in sand crumbs. It’s a landscape of things, which at some point found themselves stuck to Panam’s boots. One wrong move, and you’d fit in quite well, as a permanent stain among it all.
You look up between two giant, jeans clad legs, at your choomba, who’s keeping her eyes on the road, and still has no idea, that there is anyone else in the car with her. You sigh and reevaluate your options.
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