"Great," Valerie replied. She leaned close and whispered to Phil, letting her pepperment scented breath wash over him. "I bought a bus ticket to San Deigo. It'll be great down there. I have some friends from my old school. Phil didn't know what to say, but did have time to say anything before Valerie's hand scooped him up again. She put him in her shirt pocket, which she then buttoned up. With Ms. Prietty lecturing and the class listening, no one saw Valerie dash out the door. She ran out of the school and to freedom.
Phil was bounced against her breast over and over again. Dear god, what had he done? Now some strange girl was taking him a thousand miles away to San Deigo to live with her friends. Would they like him? Would he be a toy to them? Phil felt sick from fear as well as from the motion of being carried. It seemed like hours before Valerie finally stopped. She had already run from school to her house, got her bags, and headed to the bus station. She sat in the very back of the quarter-full bus and pulled Phil out of her pocket. "We're on our way, little guy," she whispered. "I can't wait to get there so you can meet my friends." Phil felt quite ill in Valerie's hand and sat down and put his head in his hands.
"I've made a mistake," he finally said.
"Oh don't be that way," Valerie retorted. "We're going to have a great time. Just you wait. The only bad part is, we'll be stuck on this bus for two days." She opened her blouse and dropped Phil in between her breasts. The mounds were soft and comforting, but Phil knew he had to get out. But how could he get back to his house?
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