Chapter 15 - Home [September 30th, 2006]
Becca’s eyes fluttered open to the sound of a gentle chirping that was coming from her bedside. She lazily rolled over onto her stomach searching for the phone, missing several times before finding it and raising it to her ear. Her thick, unruly hair was pressed between her ear and the speaker affecting her ability to hear so she clumsily moved it. She was greeted by a voice that she was trying to make sense of:
“--pologize for the delay; our original arrival time of 7:30am has been pushed back several times over the night due to some track issues, but there are no reported problems over the remainder of the track, so our new estimated arrival time is 12:30pm. We hope you understand--”
Becca struggled to open one of her eyes to look at her phone…it read 9:30am.
“—Uh-gay; thass vine, thayngew”
The words oozed out of her mouth, interrupting the caller as she returned the phone to the receiver and slammed her cheek back into the cushiony pillow. A wave of relief washed over her, much like the feeling one gets when they wake up an hour before their alarm and realize they’ve been gifted additional sleep time...and Becca loved her sleep. Her pajama bottoms had bunched up to her calf on her left leg and up over her knee on her right. The room was cold but not quite as cold as she liked it so she tossed and turned a bit...but now things felt colder.
She used her feet to push the bunched-up cotton down her legs. Once the wrinkled material no longer bothered her skin, she hugged the pillow to her face and went back to sleep, straightening her left leg and bending her right leg. She ran the sole of her right foot up her left calf and tucked her sock clad toes underneath the meat of her heavy left thigh, making a slanted “P” with her legs…and then she drifted carelessly and blissfully back to sleep.
Becca woke again, this time not quite so peacefully as the first time. She had remembered in her half-awake state that her stop would be coming up at 12:30pm. She sat up and swung her legs over the bed, hovering her sock-clad feet over the floor as she reached for her phone.
“12:05…that’s enough time.”, she said out loud to convince herself…something that worked often on her. She turned on the fancy radio and shifted through the static, trying to find a good song to get ready to. A smile spread approvingly on her lips when the static cleared. It was the first verse of “Eternal Flame” from The Bangles. Becca slid her feet into the soft, fuzzy slippers that had been waiting patiently at the edge of her bed all night long. She wiggled her toes in and quickly got up; there wasn’t much time.
As Becca brushed her teeth, she briefly considered getting a shower but realized she wouldn’t have enough time, so she just concluded her hygiene maintenance by brushing her thick hair. And then, despite being alone, she locked the bathroom door and did her morning business. The sound of the toilet flushing echoed off the bathroom walls and out the opening door as she approached her bag and pulled out a small pair of jeans, nice and soft from plenty of times worn.
Why did Becca feel like she had been forgetting something ever since she woke up?
She removed her flannel pajama pants and slid into her tight blue jeans.
‘Should I change my socks? Maybe I—”
Becca gasped.
The 20-year old suddenly realized that the slight hint of a tickle she’d felt between her toes all morning and had honestly somewhat enjoyed was in fact the boy that R&R Labs had given her!
How could Becca have forgotten about him so quickly?
It was honestly startling to her.
She sat down on the bed and slid the slippers off. She brought her right foot up and rested the ankle on her left kneecap and peered at the underside of her white sock, otherwise pristine save for five very subtle, slightly darkened little circles up at the toe section. The spherical outline of each of her chubby toes was subtly present but no sign of the boy between them. Becca cupped the five toes on her right foot with her left hand and gently curled them down. She could feel the little lump that was the boy wedged firmly between her big and second toe…what a perfect fit.
She was disappointed with herself. ‘I even went to the bathroom…what if he was…oh god…where he was supposed to be?’ she thought morbidly.
Well, as far as he knows, this was her plan all along. She hadn’t forgotten him…no...she knew what she was doing. It was all part of her plan. She was the infallible Participant, afterall. Charged with caring for something so desperately and adorably incapable of caring for itself. And she was doing a fine job of that! Her feet were well taken care of and her toes pillowy soft!
And now, as part of the whole plan, it was time to take him out. Becca peeled the sock off, exposing her smooth bare sole, and lifted the sock to inspect. She peeked in but did not see the boy down in the toe section. She practically stuck her own face in to find him and even carefully turned the sock inside out, feeling the soft cotton lining, but he was nowhere to be found.
A quiet giggle escaped Becca’s lips when she discovered that he was actually still tucked between her toes. She was about to remove him, the tiny human at least 10 years her senior, but she just had to look at him for a second…as he looked up at her.
‘Wow’, she thought.
She just stared at him, between her soft toes.
She’d received plenty of comments about how tiny and cute her feet were…from jealous girls and silly boys alike, but tiny and cute were not the words she would attribute to the mountainous masses that so easily kept the tiny boy in place.
Tiny and cute may not have been words he’d have used to describe her protective toes, but they were the perfect words for him. She squinted to make out his detail, easily resolving the intricate and detailed patterns of the grooved prints that made up the undersides of her toes, and Becca could make out the alertness on his face…
He seemed….wide awake?
‘Oh good!’ Becca thought relieved, ‘...that must mean he slept well.’
‘He must know them better than I do by now,’ the familiar thought crossed her mind. She’d remembered drawing cute little faces on her toes when she was younger and putting on cute plays for her parents that would make them laugh and laugh. But even then, Becca doubted that neither her parents nor herself had dedicated as much sole focus to her feet as the subject did.
‘And in just one night!’ Becca thought with fascination.
She plucked him out from between her toes and held him gently in her fingertips.
“I hope you slept well. I sure did. I never thought sleeping on a train could be so peaceful...but it just kinda rocked us to sleep like babies, don’t you think?”
She knew that she couldn’t hear his response as the train was way too noisy, but it made her feel less…what was the word…mean? …by talking to him.
She hoped it made him feel like she felt like they were equals. Like she was concerned with his well being. Like they were in this together.
“Okay…well, it’s time for us to leave and go home. I think you’ll really like my apartment. For now though, I’m going to have to put you back in my...well…”
Her big, chocolatey brown eyes drifted down and her head turned to look over her shoulder at her ample ass.
“...you know…
Becca cleared her throat nervously.
“...but don’t worry! I know it’s been kinda overwhelming so I’m only going to keep you in there for 4 hours…or 6….or something like that…I’ll have to check the paperwork when we get home…but anyway, I’ll take you out as soon as I can and you can stay out for the rest of the day, ok?”
She didn’t even wait to pretend to listen to his response or opinion. She unbuttoned her jeans and lowered one side...enough to expose the top of her crack and the pale skin that surrounded it. The 20-year old lowered the hand that contained the subject to the top of her ass and the hand closed into a half-fist…entering the waistband. On the surface, denim rose and fell in various places, bulging under the surface area of Becca’s ass until her fist was now centered over her rear.
The denim moved and danced slightly as her fingers opened and the bulge in the denim disappeared a little...sinking in toward her ass, and then the bulging and sinking moved upward: up toward the waistband. Finally, Becca’s small, feminine hand emerged from the waistband empty, and it moved to button up her tight jeans, effectively locking the gate.
‘So weird how I’m technically holding him…but I’m using both hands for other stuff.’ Becca thought, zipping her fly and straightening her t-shirt over her belly.
She took note of his struggles; again, they were more noticeable in her own panties, but with them and the jeans hugging her large ass, there was no way he was getting out. She decided she would wear the underwear Dr. Walker provided for her when she was going to bed…god forbid he try to get out and explore while she was sleeping!
She went into her bag and pulled out the manila envelope, remembering that she hadn’t finished filling out the journal entry. She decided to finish the entries regarding the first day and the boy’s long night between her toes while it was still fresh in her mind. When she finished, as if on cue, Becca felt the room shift to her right and a pen she’d left on the flat desk rolled onto the floor. The train was slowing down. She grabbed her bags, filling them with the last of her presence in the suite, and left. She checked her phone.
It was 12:35pm.
Becca sat on the wooden bench outside the train station, watching buses and taxis come and go.
“Excuse me miss, do you have the time?” A much older woman who had just emerged from the station asked Becca.
Becca leaned forward and picked up the bag resting between her feet and retrieved her phone. “It’s……1:55” she said with a hint of annoyance outweighed by obligated politeness.
The woman did not pick up on the former.
“Oh, well that means my dear husband is late.” The woman said with a smile as she set her luggage down.
“You know you’re setting yourself up for failure when you put your fate in the hands of a man!” she said, almost unable to get to the end of her sentence without chuckling.
Becca returned the laughter politely but genuinely.
“Oh, but he’s not all that bad.” The older woman continued, as if responding to herself with a big smile, her eyes seeming to reflect some truly wonderful memories of the past.
“Well, girls can apparently let you down too.” Becca said impatiently, flipping open her phone. “My friend was supposed to be here a half hour ago.” Her eyes fixed on the most recent notification and she sighed in relief.
“Oh my...well I hope nothing has happened….”
Becca looked up, “No, no....she’s totally fine.”
An old, junky ‘94 LeBaron pulled up and caught the woman’s attention.
“Oh!” the old woman says, looking around at her luggage several times before lifting it up.
“Here’s Arthur now. It was very nice speaking with you, dear.”
As she was leaving, she stopped and turned back to Becca.
“You wouldn’t by any chance like a ride, would you? Arthur owes me for making me wait.” She said playfully, to which Becca smiled, standing up.
“Thanks, but you should save that favor for another day. I think I’m just going to walk; after all, I’ve been cooped up on that train for over 16 hours. The fresh air will be nice.”
The two said their goodbyes and Becca slung her luggage on her back. Before setting off on her walk, Becca opened up the email message she’d received from Krystal and quickly re-read it.
Becca,
i cracked my stupid phone screen earlier today so its at the store getting fixed. i forgot to tell u i have a final today and right after i finish it…and then kill myself for not studying, i’ll come pick u up. See u at like 2:30
Krystal
Becca still decided to walk. She wasn’t lying about wanting the fresh air and some exercise, but she decided not to mention to the old lady that there was a boy tucked away in between her bare butt cheeks that she wanted to get acclimated to the…varying climates.
About a mile in, Becca wiped a thin sheen of sweat from her brow, and then her hand on the waist of her jeans. It was getting colder outside, sure…but today was one of those days that stood out from the others…the type of day that makes you feel foolish for wearing a coat to school. She briefly reflected on the morality of all this as she focused on the movement of her ass cheeks: left step, right cheek slides up against left cheek. Right step, left cheek slides up against right cheek. Left cheek up, right cheek up. Left cheek, right cheek. Left cheek, right cheek. Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right. The frictional force was surely contributing to the rising heat under her jeans, along with the sun. Every several dozen steps or so, the sliding of her cheeks became less burdened by friction.
She still couldn’t believe that someone as intelligent and impressive as Dr. Walker would be so interested in little boys tucked away in big butts. It was just so silly!
She took a break from the morality deliberation to lightheartedly wonder, if she wasn’t wearing anything on the bottom: no jeans, no panties, no thong, no nothing, would the rhythmic movement of her butt cheeks slowly nudge the boy out from between them? Or would the movements gradually swallow him up deeper into her crack like some kind of inescapable black hole?
What was it called again? The event horizon?
‘Is my crack his event horizon?’
As silly as it was to hope, she hoped that it was. That way she wouldn’t have to worry so much about him getting out in the future. She would have to test this out later to find out.
Uh oh…her brain was easing back to the morality question.
What if it was miserable for him back there? She looked over her shoulder as she walked, her cheeks moving with each step. She could feel the perspiration beginning to accumulate deep between her glutes, originating where the friction was the strongest, and she knew that while it was something she had to focus on to feel, it was likely that the boy was…let’s say…incapable of ignoring the situation. Her mind could wander while she walked, thinking of any of the other countless aspects to her complicated life…the boy in her butt didn’t have that privilege. His life was much simpler. Was that really a bad thing though?
She wondered if he knew about the vitamins… and that his new caretaker had decided to take them. She didn’t want to disrupt the process of acclimating his body to the new sustenance, so she had already decided that she wasn’t going to feed him any “big people” food anymore. Hopefully he would get the hint himself because it was definitely something she wouldn’t feel comfortable discussing out loud explicitly. Hopefully Dr. Walker was right about the vitamins making it taste better.
Hopefully she wouldn’t have to explain it to him.
Hopefully he would just get it…get with the program…and understand that he wouldn’t be getting normal food anymore.
Becca wondered what his favorite food might have been before he shrank, ‘Maybe if it's a fruit, I can start using a body wash that smells like it…’ Becca thought.
She had to make herself stop. Becca was going to drive herself crazy trying to picture this from his perspective. She had enough to worry about, being the one worrying for both of them.
Despite all of this…all the guilt she was fighting…she found solace in the thought that she could take care of him better than anyone else could. This was his fate now! There was no going back. Dr. Walker had told her that the shrinking was permanent. He would be a tiny boy forever…and if she decided that she couldn’t do this anymore…that she couldn’t house him in her butt anymore…what would happen?
First of all, she would lose out on all that money…that’s what would happen. And not only that, she’d have to give him back! And maybe he’d just go right to some other girl’s butt. What if the other girl didn’t care about him at all? What if she was overweight or unattractive? What if she had a scary-big ass like Lori did? No…. This poor boy was right where he needed to be, and maybe time would tell that Becca Young was the best thing that ever happened to him.
At that moment, Becca heard the shifting of gravel behind her.
She turned to see Krystal’s silver Prius.
Becca opened the door and bent at the waist, backing her expansive ass into the car and letting it fall into the cushiony leather seat with an audible but not obscenely loud impact, and then she swung her legs in and shut the door. As she leaned forward to guide the vents pumping cold air out toward her shining face, Krystal snatched Becca’s bag from her lap and started rooting through it. Enjoying the cold air too much to care or even turn her face, eyes closed and mouth agape, Becca simply said, “What are you doing?”
Without looking up, Krystal responded,
“What do you think? I’m looking for him…”
A few moments go by, and Krystal looks up, having rooted through the entire bag and coming up empty-handed,
“…where is he?”
Becca turns her head and leans back into her seat, allowing her back to contact the backrest of the seat and her eyes rolled sarcastically.
“Umm…where do you think?” Becca asked matter-of-factly.
Krystal’s gaze slowly wandered down from Becca’s eyes to the wide hips stretching from center console to passenger door, and the two thick, denim clad thighs pressing firmly into the seat. After a moment of silence, Krystal burst out in hysterical laughter.
“Oh my freaking god…you’re kidding right?” Krystal said, wiping tears away from her eyes. “It’s like a bajillion degrees outside!”
Becca responded, “It’s only like…80 degrees!”
Krystal wailed, “Well still, I would imagine that when you’re trapped in a butt, 80 degrees must feel like a bajillion! You walked this far from the airport…in this heat…with that guy up your ass?”
Becca rolled her eyes, “He’s not…UP it. He’s...”
Becca hesitated and tried not to laugh as the corners of her lips curled and her hands raised making a parting gesture
“…he’s more…BETWEEN them.”
This sent the gradually calming Krystal into another spiraling wave of hysterics, complete with gasps and snorts. Becca couldn’t help but laugh at Krystal’s contagious giggling, but then she couldn’t help but wonder if the boy could hear them talking about him…and them laughing like they were.
Would he think they were laughing at him?
…WERE they laughing at him?
“Well...what’s he feel like in there?” Krystal asked, wiping her eyes, finally calm enough to speak.
“It feels…interesting so far; sometimes though, believe it or not, I forget he’s even there.” Becca stated
Krystal replied, “I’ll bet HE doesn’t forget!”
Krystal had a million other questions…some of which Becca could answer and some of which she could not. Some things she’d done with him already…some she had planned for later…and some things she didn’t even want to think about.
Things the brochure covered…some that made them laugh…some that made them gag…and some that made her blush.
She talked about Dr. Walker.
She talked about the pill box that Dr. Walker…kept warm.
She talked about Lori.
She talked about Laura washing her butt.
Finally, they were back at Becca’s apartment. Becca briefly thought about saying goodbye to Krystal there, but Krystal had the keys out of the ignition and the car door opened before Becca could even remove her seatbelt. She decided it couldn’t hurt to let Krystal come up…after all this entire idea…the fact that there was a tiny little boy buried in her butt was all thanks to her.
Once inside, Becca set her luggage against the wall and left her flip flops at the door. Not bringing an extra pair of shoes was a mistake, as the long walk had made them filthy. Krystal sat on the couch and as Becca went to sit next to her with the TV remote in hand, she felt Krystal’s hand cup her left ass cheek and apply strong pressure.
“Nooooo way…c’mon…no TV…no movies…take him out right now…don’t make me beg!” she said playfully.
Becca sighed and stood back up, her feet pounding and her butt just sweaty enough to feel self-conscious about this. Even so, the 20-year old removed her jeans. She didn’t feel awkward about standing in front of her friend in her underwear, and it was alright that there was probably a bit of dampness on the center of her underwear, but fishing around in her buttcrack in front of Krystal was strange.
Then again she’d had two women staring into her exposed ass crack yesterday, so the bar for ‘strange’ was rising every day.
She pulled the boy out from his new home and held him waist high in front of Krystal’s wide eyes.
“Oh my god…he’s seriously real…he is freaking adorable! Look at his little arms and feet!” She cooed, her hand rushing to her heart. “Can I hold him?” She pleaded, eyes not leaving the tiny boy’s naked, wriggling body.
“Well...he was…like…in my butt, ya know…” Becca says with a light smile.
“It’s okay.” She said, slowly reaching out an index finger and thumb, picking the boy from Becca’s fingers with as little of her own finger surface area as possible, her upper lip curling a little bit, probably at how warm and sticky he felt.
“We’ll get you aww cweaned up now wont we?” Krystal said, lips puckered out as if she’s speaking to a baby while she walked to the sink and Becca heard the faucet turn on.
“Plug the drain!” Becca shouted in a sing-song voice. She considered turning on the TV but then realized that her butt was hurting from sitting way more than her feet were hurting from standing. She knew what the solution to that would be.
“I’m not a moron!” Krystal returned the sing-song tone, “and I’m using warm water.
Becca changed into a pair of tight orange nylon shorts. As she packed her wide ass into the form-fitting nylon and pulled the white drawstring tight, she definitely noticed the absence of the warm little lump in her crack.
“There we go widdle boy! Aww cwean!” Krystal’s cutesy voice echoed from the sink, returning to Becca with the now vibrantly clean boy.
Becca giggled cutely down to him. Becca thought for a moment about how the boy was all clean now and had the smell of her ass, pleasant or unpleasant as it may be, off of him. She realized the only reason why he was even given the chance to be cleaned was because he was being handled by a woman who was offended by the smell. What an interesting thought.
She gripped the waistband and folded it inward several times; it was something she’d seen Instagram models do to shorten their shorts and also accentuate the curve of their booty. When she bent over at the waist to put on her running shoes, she heard Krystal’s footsteps approaching. She heard quiet snickering and realized that her full-moon ass was on full display for Krystal, the nylon stretched so tight over her widened cheeks that she was certain her panty lines were poking through. Krystal was looking back and forth from the display in front of her and the boy in her hands.
“You’re soooooo funny” Becca said absent-mindedly as she turned and leaned back, letting her ass crash into the sofa behind her as she tied her sneakers.
“I know, right?” Krystal said as she set the boy down on the glass coffee table. “So…”, she said, sitting down Indian style in front of the table, resting her hands on the table and her chin on her hands. “How could a person really be okay with living the rest of his life in a girl’s butt?”
Becca avoided answering, keeping her attention on her shoes. It was a question she’d asked herself a few times, but it was so much harder to ignore a question when it's coming from outside your own head. To answer that was to acknowledge the possibility that he wasn’t. Much to her dissatisfaction, she heard Krystal giggle, “Oh god...his little eyes just got so wide! I’m guessing he didn’t know?”
Becca snapped back, “Of course he knew...he signed the contract.”
“Maybe he didn’t know what he was signing.” Krystal said.
“Yes, he did.” Becca said flatly and unconvincingly. “And it's not like he’ll be spending the rest of his life in MY butt. I only signed up for a short amount of time.”
“How do you even know what he knows though? You said earlier that you couldn’t even hear the little thing. Let’s find a way to ask him.”
Becca didn’t like where this was going and felt a dread growing in her chest. Krystal pulled out a napkin from her purse along with a tube of crimson lipstick. She opened up the napkin and placed the tiny boy directly in the center of it. She drew an “N” on one side of the napkin.
“We can’t hear him...sure..”.
She drew a “Y” on the other side a little too roughly because the boy toppled over from the shifting of the napkin.
“Oh sorry cutie….But we CAN see him.”
Krystal crossed her big pretty eyes looking at the tiny boy in the center of the napkin and didn’t know what to call him...so she didn’t call him anything. She simply said, “Uh…did you know you were going to live the rest of your life in my friend Becca’s big ol’ butt?
Becca shot Krystal a dirty look and Krystal rolled her eyes.
Krystal (and Becca, discreetly) watched the boy look left, look right, and then wander timidly over toward the “N”.
Krystal reached a fingertip down to block the boy after he’d walked several dozen steps, causing him to tumble cutely back onto his bare butt,
“Okay, we got it, we got it…” she said, gently but firmly nudging the boy back to the center.
“Did you know you were going to be in her butt at all?”
Again, the boy walked toward the “N”, attentively staring up at Krystal and stopping the moment that the giant women interpreted his answer. Becca’s heart was sinking.
“Okay okay…did you know you were going to be in any butt at all?”
“N”
Becca was looking down now as Krystal continued her line of questioning. She felt sick to her stomach.
“Did you know you were going to be shrunken?”
“Y”
“How long...oh wait...he can’t answer that.” Krystal giggled, her eyes drifting up as she rephrased the question in her mind.
“Did they say they were going to grow you back?”
“Y”
Becca felt her eyes starting to water.
Why was she surprised? Why was she shocked? Dr. Walker and the rest of the women at the lab had basically told her all this. She just couldn’t bring herself to accept it. Not until she saw the vulnerable little boy on her coffee table answering her best friend’s questions. She couldn’t believe Dr. Walker…she’d lied to this poor boy. God only knows why he agreed to this…God only knows what she told him…what she promised him, but now he was stuck like this forever…and this was his fate now…her butt. And if not her butt, then someone else’s.
Becca cleared her throat, “They aren’t going to grow you back.”
The boy whipped around to face Becca…the woman whose big cushiony ass he had spent over 9 hours inside of so far...and had only seen her beautiful young face for a fraction of that time.
She had to clear her throat again, “The shrinking is…it’s permanent.”
Gratefully, her eyes clouded over from tears…she was glad she couldn’t see the boy after delivering this blow to him. She touched her eyes as Krystal asked, “Oh, he’s shivering…do you want to go back into Becca’s butt?”
Becca quickly wiped her eyes and looked hopefully at the boy now staring up at Krystal. Hopeful that despite the misery he must be feeling, perhaps he would accept the fact that there was nothing else better out there for him. That the hand he had been dealt was a bad one…and this was really his best option. Her butt really was the best option. It was soft. It was warm. She would take care of him. She would give him what he needed. If she could believe that he was happy and grateful...well…that would just make all of this so much easier on her. She stared in silence for what felt like hours waiting for him to answer.
The boy broke out into a full-on sprint toward the “N”
Before the boy could reach the halfway point to the “N”, a blur of bright orange fingernails streaked across the ambient air of the apartment, swooping up the naked running boy like a falcon picking up its prey. Becca stood up and Krystal looked up at her in shock. Never so quickly had she pulled back the waistband of her orange nylon shorts and so easily deposited the tiny boy down the back of them. She simply dropped the boy and felt him land with a bounce against the tight underwear and before he could even finish sliding all the way down the huge, velvety mesh polka dotted slide toward Becca’s deep, building-length ass crack, she released the tight nylon waistband, sending the material flying back to her skin, rocketing the tiny boy into her crack and between her dense, cushiony butt cheeks, the nylon slapping the firm yet soft flesh with a vengeance. Krystal couldn’t help but giggle a little bit, clearly not as phased by all this as Becca was.
The boy was back where he belonged. Krystal stood up and placed her hands upon Becca’s shoulders, clearly sensing that the interaction had troubled her close friend. “You really shouldn’t feel bad, you know. It’s not like you’re going to get in trouble for this or anything.”
Becca gently pushed Krystal’s hands off her shoulders and walked toward the door, grabbing her water bottle.
“I just…I don’t…we don’t even know for absolute sure if he heard what we were saying when you asked him those questions. Who knows how we sound to him? He’s all squeaky to us…who knows? Maybe we sound like really deep and stuff to him…”
“Oh, honey…” Krystal said, and then trailed off.
Becca knew that Krystal didn’t believe that.
Becca knew she didn’t believe that.
And the boy...well...it didn’t really matter what he believed right now…it was because of his enthusiastic resistance to this whole ordeal that she felt bad in the first place.
Why was it her fault? It’s not like she set all this up. Maybe if he believed this was the best of all scenarios for him, that would make her feel better. Why couldn’t he just arrive at that conclusion like she had? What was wrong with him? She needed to just forget about this for a while.
“I’m gonna go work out.” Becca said at the door, “You still have your key right?”
Krystal’s eyes wandered down over Becca’s left hip. She was standing sideways, and Krystal appreciated how Becca’s ass jutted so far out.
“Yeah, I’ll let myself out. Let me know how you’re doing later, k?”
Becca smiled with her mouth, but not with her eyes. “Sure thing.” She turned and walked out the door.
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