This choice: In another classroom, there was yet another class to come • Go Back...Chapter #7Familiarizing with her boot by: Tisch   "Hi, Jack," the goth grinned. "Don't worry, this is my last class. But, since it's like an hour and a half, I thought I would get you acquainted with another part of me." Jack tripped over himself on Grace's hand as she started lowering him. "What are you thinking?" Jack asked. Grace chuckled as she sat down. "Nothing too bad, just thought since you have spent time up high, you might want to try out somewhere low," she explained. Not liking where this was going, Jack jumped off of Grace's hand and started falling to the floor. Unfortunately for him, Grace saw this coming and acted accordingly. "Nice try, shrimp," the goth laughed as she caught the little guy. "But you're going in whether you like it or not." At this point, Jack found himself under the table. He was held a fair distance away from Grace's body, which he thought odd. "I thought she wanted to play with me?" Jack thought to himself. "What's she- oh, now I get it." Jack noticed the unzipped black boot that he was moving ever so closer to. "Grace, please stop! I'd rather go back in your shirt!" the little guy pleaded. The goth couldn't hear him, though it's unlikely she would have listened to him if she had been able to hear him. Jack was then held over a dark abyss. The musty air of the goth's boot rose up, notifying Jack of his impending doom. "Oh my God," Jack thought, "even from out here it smells." Taking a glance away from the boot, Jack noticed the goth's stripe-socked foot wriggling around with excitement on the floor. Without any further complaints from him, Grace dropped Jack into her tall boot.
*PLOP*
Having landed with a firm thud, Jack groaned and sat up. Breathing in the musty air, he shook his head in discomfort. But the worst was yet to come. With the little light he got, Jack looked up and saw Grace's foot enter the footwear. "No, no, no!" he cried. Jack tried running away towards the toe section of the boot, but Grace's foot was far too fast. She quickly slammed her socked foot inside and slid it over Jack.
*SMUSH*
*RUB*
*ZIP*
After getting herself comfortable, Grace zipped up her boot with a grin. "Oooh, this feels pretty good," she thought to herself. "Perhaps I should make more accommodations for him." Meanwhile, inside of her boot, Jack was struggling to find a more open area to crawl out to. With his face smushed into the sole of the boot, there wasn't much he could see. "Why? Why did she have to think of this?" Jack thought. He tried taking deep breaths, but the off smell of the boot prevented him from using this strategy. "Get me out of here!" Jack yelled in his mind. But there was no one to hear his pleas. He would be stuck for however long Grace wanted him in there. This would last at least until the end of class, with Grace playing with her little friend for the majority of it.
As the class concludes, how does Grace feel about Jack?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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