Neurons firing at lightning speed, you scramble to find the quickest way atop this stranger's terrible foot. The moment it steps down, you lunge at the slick skin of her second toe and vault up onto the tacky, yellow toenail. Now safely from the foot's toxicity, you look up above in search of a way to her face. At your size, the shopping cart and the woman's pronounced muffin top and large breasts keep her face clear of your line of sight. As your eyes drift downwards, you find where her tight jeans cut off and her cankles begin. That was your ticket to freedom. Climbing up the toe, you notice small hairs lining the top of the woman's foot as well as the ridge of skin just above her vein. It was the size of a subway station, and you could see small beads of sweat forming across the expanse of skin under the cool shade of the flip-flop strap.
Approaching her ankle, you reluctantly sit still, looking for any way up. The hairs on her leg were freshly shaven, and the skin was slick with sweat, no doubt from the summer heat and what little cardio this woman got in. Without a tool to help you, you were left standing atop her foot for the foreseeable future...
You woke up with a jump as the Woman propped her feet up on the coffee table. You hadn't even noticed you fell asleep until now. Her shoes were off, and you now had a much clearer view of the woman's face. She had a chubby chin that cradled her large mouth as she snacked on some kind of cheap, knockoff chip brand. You didn't recognize whatever show was blaring on the TV, but it was equally trashy. The living room was dimly lit, but you could tell that it was late in the afternoon. Stuck on the woman's ankle, you had two choices ahead of you...
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