John blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light. He was in a strange environment that he didn't recognize, and for a moment, he couldn't remember how he got there. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking around the room. It was then that he noticed something strange: he was much smaller than he remembered. He looked down at his body and saw that he was only one inch tall.
It was at that moment that he felt something soft and warm beneath him. He looked around and realized that he was lying on a bed. Not just any bed, but the bed of Florence Pugh. And she was lying right next to him, completely naked.
John's heart started pounding in his chest. He had always been attracted to Florence, and had even made a wish to be with her. But he had never expected something like this to happen. He looked up at her beautiful face, her lips slightly parted as she breathed in her sleep.
John felt a mix of emotions. On the one hand, he was incredibly aroused by the sight of her naked body, and part of him wanted to explore every inch of her. On the other hand, he knew he was only one inch tall and he didn't want to wake her up or startle her in any way.
He looked around the room, trying to figure out what to do. There was no one else in the room, and the door was closed. He was completely alone with Florence. He knew he had to make a decision: should he wake her up, explore her, or walk away?
He weighed his options carefully, considering the risks and consequences of each. If he woke her up, he might startle her and she might freak out. If he explored her, he might get lost or hurt. If he walked away, he might miss his chance to be with her.
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