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She could feel them staring again. Their eyes on her when they thought she couldn't see them. She ignored them as usual. The only thing she focused on was putting one foot in front of the other as she ran. The clacking of the hamster wheel almost hypnotic to her ears. A thin layer of sweat on her body, she could smell herself. Her senses sharp enough, the smell told her things. What she ate, what she drank, that she was ovulating, that she was healthy. But it couldn't diagnose her heartbreak.

 

6 months had passed since the final battle with Ebonheart and the loss of her beloved Lily. A loss so staggering, she was ordered to get counseling She resented that. Mourning, how long it took, how she did it was her business. The councilor had her understand that it was natural to grieve but one must consider that she wasn't alone in the process and those that loved her shouldn't be pushed away. She was told to find an outlet to funnel that pain. A hobby, a task, something. She chose exercise.

 

Susan, the borrower girl with a heavy heart, found herself at the newly built Lilian Durmont Health and Fitness Center almost everyday. A structure Keith ordered to be built as a way to keep the borrower population physically fit while at the same time giving a kind of community and recreation. The building itself was 12 ft. by 15 ft. in are and nearly a foot tall. It housed, gyms, pools and jacuzzis, a running track, basketball and tennis courts on the lower levels. The upper ones catered to crafts, activities, and special courses. Everything geared for the day borrowers could fully integrate into human culture.

 

Susan would arrive in the morning and use the hamster wheel until noon. Shower, eat lunch, run the track, and then swim laps in the pool. Then after all that go home to her own home she moved into months before. Yes, Susan moved out of the mansion. Everything reminded her of Lily. Pictures, sounds, and smells. A painful thing to do but not long after that horrible day, Susan was doing her own laundry when a maid entered the room. The human sized girl politely said hi to her and tried to make small talk. Susan barely said a word. Then the giantess dropped a dirty sock right on her head. For a moment nothing came of it until the maid could hear the tiny woman sobbing. Afraid she was injured, the maid pulled it off her only to find Susan clutching it tightly. It had been Lily's sock. The smell of her lover's feet was enough to send Susan into a spiral.

 

Keith, Claire, and Rose tried many things to cheer her up, but nothing really came of it. And then Susan moved out. Distanced herself from everyone. They began to fear she would take her own life. And that's how she ended up being ordered to get counseling

 

Susan felt the coldness of the tile under her bare feet. She stood under the shower head and turned it on. The hot water washed away her sweat but not the longing in her heart. Lily used to bathe her. Fingers rubbing soap all over her body. Her favorite giantess taking great care to clean her. And when she was done, she could feel her warm breath on her body blowing away the water and moisture. She wished she could hear her just once say again that she loved her. "Let me get a snack of that yummy little pussy. Look at those cute defenseless little feet. Your butt looks cute stuck in the air like that. I can tell you're from Georgia. You taste like peaches." Standard pillow talk for them taken for granted. One of the last things Susan said to her the last time they made love was for her to eat her. A joke of course as the borrower girl was crazy with lust but now...now Susan kinda wished she had. Slipping down her throat. To curl up in her tummy as her digestive acids broke her flesh and bones down to supply her lover with nutrients. To become one with her.

 

Susan cried as she beat her fists on the wall. She blamed herself for Lily. She thought it should've been her shrunk to sub atomic size. She was a borrower, common as a weed in a field while Lily was the savior of thousands of her kind. Susan ate alone in the cafeteria. Her hands slightly sore from attacking a shower wall. Around and around she ran the track zipping right by others. She stopped to catch her breath and drink some water. Children ran up the stairs near her. Children alive due to the sacrifice many made. She tried to lose herself as she swam. The cool water moving past her as she swam laps.  When she felt physical pain, she stopped. She moved over to the jacuzzi where no clothes were permitted. There she soaked.

 

"Sir is that you?" a voice asked. Susan turned around. The girl was a redhead. Hair down to her back with matching carpet so to speak. Toenails painted red. Her slim but toned frame was no older than 17. Susan knew of her. "I'm not on the job Ruby. No need to call me sir" Susan said. " May I join you?" Ruby asked. "Free country. God knows we paid enough to see to that" Susan replied. Ruby scooted into the warm bubbling water and sighed. "It's incredible all this was built. That Keith is something to design all this" Ruby said. "He did invent a shrinking device. I'm sure he could build a fancy bathtub" Susan muttered Ruby grew quiet. "I'm sorry I'm not good company" Susan said. "It's okay. We all know how painful it was to lose the queen" Ruby said. "So...here on your off day?" Susan asked changing the subject.   

 

"Just relaxing before deployment" Ruby replied. "Deployment? There's a mission?" Susan asked surprised "Nothing major. Especially if a Sgt. like me is getting assigned" Ruby replied. THORN agents like Susan and Ruby were divided into classes. Susan being the top had the rank of captain or field commander if assigned a unit. And from there was commander, Lt. Commander, Sgt., Lieutenant and finally private. Briar Patch, the black ops division was a separate matter.

 

"Still though. It's been eerily quiet this year. To get a mission something is up" Susan said. "A standard antiquing" Ruby shrugged. Antiquing was slang for a magical artifact hunt. If word of a magical artifact was heard, an agent would be dispatched to appraise, verify the owner (or seller), and retrieve it. Most of those missions ended up with the artifact to be a fake though. "You should swing by the briefing. The others worry about you sir...I mean Susan" Ruby said. Susan got out of the tub. "Maybe I will" she said to her.

 

That evening, Susan stood before her mirror. Her hair was scraggly, her feet tough. She had not done one bit of pampering to herself since she died. Sitting on her toilet, she began scrubbing the callouses off her feet. Not an easy thing to do as her feet were unusually sensitive for her kind. She only trusted Lily to do it but Lily was gone. She had been blind, but Lily insisted she kept her feet looking nice. Clipping her toenails, filing them, painting them, smoothing her soles. Susan could remember her delicate hands on her feet. The same hands that would cradle her close to her heart. Her sensitive ears could hear that mischievous chuckle before her tongue found her soles. Her lips wrapped around her toes. The gentle sucking of her mouth.

 

Susan was done with her feet and went to her hair. Rinsing it, relaxing it. Drying and combing it over and over. She gave a slight smile as she looked at her reflection. Lily always said she looked beautiful when she went the extra mile. She got into bed, set her alarm, and went to sleep.

 

They gave looks of surprise as she entered the briefing room in the mansion. Dressed in her black combat uniform, Susan reminded them she was their superior. "Is everyone here? Then we can...Susan?" Keith asked. "The one and only" she said. "I thought you were still on leave" he said. "Haven't decided entirely yet what I want to do" she replied. "Okay. I can respect that. Let's start the briefing" he said pulling up an image.

 

"Last week, a prominent Swiss banker by the name of Franz Holtz was assassinated. Mr. Holtz owned the controlling shares in Goldzahn, one of the biggest banks in Europe. Around that time there were negotiations in a merger with an Italian bank named Medici Bank. The merger would've influenced the Euro considerably of not for Mr. Holtz's blocking of it. The day before the merger deadline, Mr. Holtz was walking out of his bank and was shot in the heart with an arrow" Keith said enlarging the picture. "An arrow? Surely the assassin was caught then since they would have to be close for the shot" Ruby said. "That's the thing. It was fired from a downward angle and the closest building one could even try is 600 yards away. An arrow fired through a 30-mph crosswind, through heavy snowfall beyond the range of even the best archer in the world. A truly impossible shot" Keith replied.

 

"And you think a magical artifact was involved" Susan said. "We do. One stands out" Keith said changing the picture. "The Bow of Artemis. It's appearance changes by the story but it's attributes don't. Said to be able to shoot a target no matter the range with enough force to pierce even the thickest armor. The arrow would home in on its target as long as you don't break eye contact. The arrow that killed him curved and corrected through crosswind, air density, dampness, and force bleed off. Hit him so hard it knocked him out of his expensive loafers."

 

"Lu Bu won the respects of warlords in ancient China with his bow skills, Genghis Khan was said to have gained support through horsemanship and archery making incredible shots while riding. Robin Hood's legends about his skill is still told, all of them carried the infamous bow. And as you see each one changed history by using it" he said. "So how are we to find it?" Ruby asked. "Video was taken moments before Holtz died. Observe..." he said. Keith played an amateur video of a girl pointing the camera upwards filming the snowfall. Keith slowed it down. Very faintly there was a contrail that zipped through the air. "Was that the arrow?" Susan asked. "Unknown but we have the vector. It came from a penthouse room checked out to an Anna Rosenthal. A woman who deals in antiquities and auctions of them. Sounds like a good place to start" he replied. "Where is she?" Susan asked. "Monaco. There is an auction being planned there to take place in two days" he replied. "When do I leave?" Susan asked.      

 

"What? Susan you're not fit for this. It could get ugly" Keith said. Susan scrambled up his desk within seconds astonishing everyone with her speed. She motioned for him to lean down very close. She grasped his lower lip and yanked hard. "If I don't get out of this place I'm to lose my shit. Do you get me?" she asked. "Yesh...maham" he muttered as she held his lip like a tiny vice. Susan let go. "Have logistics set up travel?" she asked. "All done. Report to the armory" he replied. Susan left the room.

 

"What am I looking at?" she asked. A mosey woman appeared before her. A plane ticket under the name Rachel Croft. A suit designed to mask infrared. A purse with a high limit card in it. Burner phone. Lipstick with arcane enhancements.  A small spool of high tensile nylon cord and a silver blade" the woman replied. "Good. Load me up" Susan said. Susan brought the equipment to her apartment and loaded up a few clothes to take with her. She cut a small lock of her hair and tied strands of it to her equipment. An old trick taught to agents for a singular reason. One she hoped would not come to pass. She needed a nice dress to blend in if possible. Unlike some agents, Susan had the talent and training to grow to human size and interact in society. Candy apple red dress and a pair of silver heeled sandals. The last gift Lily handed to her. She dared not dwell on that. She had a job to do.

 

She stood in the security check line. Nervous as it had been some time since she was this out in the open. Her arcane spell kept her at a manageable 5'5 as long as she didn't sleep or get knocked out. Her clothing was simple. A long shirt with the Union Jack on it. Low cut sneakers for her sensitive feet. Faded jeans on her toned legs. Her almond colored hair in a ponytail. People did glance at her as Susan was an attractive girl. None suspected she was a giantess borrower. Something fell on her foot. She glanced down to see a stuffed bear. "Rubin!" a girl no older than five said. Susan handed her the bear. "What do you say to the nice lady?" her mother asked. "Thank you" the child sweetly said. Susan relaxed as she smiled at her.

 

She had to concentrate to block out the sounds and smells. The security agent with his over roasted coffee, a woman slipping off her shoes. The pings and chirps of phones. The machine didn't flag her stuff. Her sword was no bigger than a toothpick and that was the only true thing that could be flagged. Susan sat down in her seat putting on noise canceling headphones and relaxed. She closed her eyes...

 

The bedspread was familiar to her. The scent on it unmistakable. A heavy thud knocked her off her feet. Susan turned to see where it came from. "Look what we have here. A cute girl all alone on my bed. So vulnerable, so pretty, so delectable" Lily said licking her lips. Her giantess was naked just as she was and as she gazed at her voluptuous cunt, all she wanted was it to suck her inside. Susan began walking towards it. "Ah ah ah. Not yet my pet" Lily said picking her up. Those ice blue eyes stared into her soul. From her tiny toes to her long hair it took everything about her in. Lily's tongue parted her legs licking her from ass to pussy. Susan groaned slightly as it began coating her lower body with saliva. Her lips delivering gentle kisses on her belly.

 

Lily sucked on her a few times before taking her out. "Nice and lubed up" Lily chuckled. "Fuck me. Fuck me please" Susan begged deeply. Lily inserted her feet first. Susan closed her eyes as Lily pulled her back and pushed her in. The squelching sound of her pussy a welcome thing for her ears. So warm and slippery, she wanted it to devour her more. Each push was deeper. The giant finger pushing on her head made sure of it. Light faded, walls slicker and tighter and then darkness. Susan's sensitive soles could feel the ridges of her innermost walls. Her feet brushing up on her cervix. Then a tight clamping and racing heartbeat. The opening to her womb seized her ankles and dragged her inside. She was as deep inside as she could go. Laying peacefully in the womb of her beloved giantess, Susan felt calm and connected. Like this was her special place which none could enter or hurt her. Lily was her sanctuary. Then a rough series of shaking tore it all away.

 

"Now arriving at Nice International Airport. You will disembark at gate 17. Thank you for flying British Airways" the stewardess said shortly after touchdown. Susan was solemn the entire ride to Monaco from the airport. A blissful dream now a nightmare for her. Her GPS had informed her of her target locations. One was a ballroom at the hotel she was staying and the other an estate not far out of the city sitting on a hill on the edge of the French border. A party was being held for auctioneers at the ballroom. One possible way to get close to this woman as intelligence said she was the MC for the event. The other of course was her own home. Susan chose the ballroom first. This way she could get a bead on this Anna Rosenthal.

 

Susan changed her clothes to one of two dresses she had picked. The one that brought back the most painful memory was the one she went with as it was the most stunning. Part of the spy business wasn't not being noticed but quite the opposite. If one went out of their way to avoid others it tended to raise suspicion. The flashier the better. Her cover was that she was a procurer of ancient art and relics of a reclusive client. Rachel Croft age 18. Nationality American. Susan made a conscious effort to curb her southern accent a little. She held her purse to her side as the elevator went to the ground floor. The metal reflective surface of the doors gave a good image of her. "Hmm..." she thought admiring what she saw.  She wriggled her exposed toes trying not to focus on how the shoes were rough on the balls of her feet. The doors opened, and Susan stepped out. 

 

She followed the signs to the ballroom and just before she entered she was stopped. A guard with a wand scanned her. A few clicks but no whistles. She began to get irritated at how close to her crotch he got. "Any closer and you'll have to buy me dinner" she said. "...all clear. Enjoy the party" he said with a smirk. She entered the room and began scanning it. Two ways to enter and exit. Two guards on each door. Her eyes focused on one from afar, but her nose smelled the one to her right just feet from her. "Arms crossed but hands open. The smell of gun oil. They ain't rent a cops. They're the real deal" she thought. About a dozen people were mulling about not counting the servers. Not one looked like Anna. Susan went to the buffet to blend in. "Excuse me? Have we met?" a man asked as she chose some fruit. "I don't believe we have" Susan replied. "I'm sure we have. I know. I saw you at church. Your angelic visage on the stained glass" he said smiling. The man was nearly twice her age, smarmy, and cocky. He smelled of booze and cigars. Susan nearly gagged.

 

"Interesting pickup line. Does it ever work?" Susan asked. "Sometimes. Not often. How was it this time?" he asked. Susan spied a very expensive Rolex on his wrist. He was clearly into her and she decided he could be a source of intel. "A valiant effort" she said smiling. "Then let me try again. Randolph Pierce of Pierce Holdings" he said offering his hand. "Rachel Croft" she replied. "Allow me to buy you a drink to make up for my rudeness" he said. "Isn't the bar open?" Susan asked. "Indeed it is but it's the thought that counts" he said snapping his fingers. "I'll have a Bacardi over ginger ale. And you miss?" he asked. "Vodka martini with olives" she replied. "Retro but sophisticated" he smirked. Susan followed the man to a table. "So, what does holdings do?" Susan asked. "Procurements mostly. We broker deals between clients. Procure the requested items and sell at markup" he replied.

 

"Interesting" Susan said trying not to get bored. "It's more exciting than it sounds. Just the other day we got a request for borrowers to be shipped to India" he said. "Borrowers? Don't they have rights now?" Susan asked starting to get irritated. "Absolutely, this is more of a head hunter deal.  Borrowers want jobs, employers in India want tiny people working in their circuit building jobs. Low overhead and all that" he replied. Susan sipped her drink not knowing if that was a good or bad thing. "Tell me. What do you think personally about borrowers?" she asked. "Me? I think they got the shaft when it came to the game of life. Can you imagine being a few inches tall scrounging about for food and worrying about being eaten all the time?" he asked. "Yes...yes I can. What about them as consumers?" she asked. "Untapped territory. They can be exploited very easily right now" he replied. She narrowed her eyes on that.

 

"What do you know about this Anna Rosenthal?" she said getting back to her main goal. "An accomplished archaeologist Graduated top of her class from Cambridge. Not married nor has she been seen with anyone. I think she's 23...24?" he replied. "So, what she auctions is legit?" Susan asked. "From what I heard. That dagger she sold last year was traced back to Alexander the Great. And that ancient scroll dated back to the same period" he said. "Seems like she has a thing for Greek or Macedonian relics" Susan muttered. "Well it was a fascinating culture. Public schools, democracy, mathematics, science, philosophy. Even their attitudes towards women were ahead of their time" he said. "Oh? Give me an example" Susan asked.

 

"Women were honored in the home for beauty, child raising, choosing a spouse" he said looking into her eyes. "Yes, they valued beauty above all" he muttered. His hand touched hers She permitted his touch as not to cause a scene. "Flattered but you know nothing about me" she said. "Does one need to know the moon to understand its beauty?" he asked squeezing his hand. Susan couldn't help but feel some degree of amusement from that one. Before he could go further, a series of claps could be heard as a woman entered the room.

 

"Evening ladies and gentlemen. I welcome you all to the 2019 Rosenthal annual auction" Anna herself said. Susan took her measure. Her long dress was white with gold gilded edges. Her feet were clad in gladiator sandals colored gold. Her hair braided and woven neatly around her head. Her arms were toned, oddly toned for a woman of wealth. "Please enjoy yourselves this evening, mingle, and feel free to ask questions about the items up for auction this year" she said nodding. "Care to introduce me?" Susan asking Randolph. The man nodded and took her hand into his as he led her to Anna. "Ah Randolph. Glad to see you could come again this year. I trust you are enjoying last year's procurement?" she asked. "Umm...yes I am. It's a nice vase" he replied. "Indeed it was. Athenian Aphrodite if I recall" Anna said.

 

"Have you taken a wife?" she asked looking at Susan. "No just a friend I met" he replied. "Anna Rosenthal" she said extending her hand. "Rachel Croft" Susan said shaking it. "Croft? Haven't heard of that one" Anna said. "My client likes to remain anonymous. A bit of an eccentric" Susan smiled. "Aren't we all?" Anna asked. Susan glanced at her hand once more. "That's a pretty ring. The design is unique" Susan said. Anna pulled her hand away. "Family heirloom" she said. "Was that a goat?" Susan asked. "A centaur dear. The sign of Sagittarius" Anna said. "Holding a bow. Randolph here said you once sold a dagger. By any chance have you a bow? My client collects antique weapons" Susan asked. "...not this year. Please excuse me. I have other guests to attend to" Anna said excusing herself.

 

Susan cold smell it on her. The smell of lies. Her eyes dilated briefly. Her pheromones changed. Her heartbeat increased. Susan knew she told a lie. She kept her eyes on Anna for the next two hours as she noted her mannerisms, movements, people she spoke to. She would break eye contact now and then to avoid suspicion. Looking at a couple dance made her feel...lonely. "And then we jacked up the price when we found out who would get the medical supplies. Man were they pissed. Servers them right though trying to undercut us. Rachel?" Randolph asked seeing her staring. "Sorry. I must be tired" she said. "No worry. Allow me to escort you to your room" he said. Even though it was against her better judgment, she agreed.

 

Susan only got to the elevator before she began limping. The man took her into his arms. "Hell ya doin?!" she yelled. "You can barely walk. Not used to heels?" he asked. Susan blushed out of embarrassment. He carried her to her room and sat her on the bed. "Wait here a moment" he said leaving the room. He returned with some ice. "Put your feet on the bed" he said. "I don't do this on the job. Don't think..."

 

"Shhh. Let someone be nice to you for once" he said. "What's that mean?" she asked. "Sometime recently you had your heart broke. You looked like you were going to cry when you saw that couple dancing" he said placing ice wrapped in a wash cloth against her right sole. Susan was very quiet. A half hour had passed as he brought the swelling down on her feet. "Someone I loved went missing" she said softly. "Come again?" he said rubbing her feet. "You said someone broke my heart. That's what happened" she said. "I'm sorry Rachel" he said looking into her eyes. They teared up. Susan lowered her head and began sobbing. "I see her in everything! Places, sounds, smells, even this fuckin' dress!" Susan sobbed. He hugged her close. She cried her eyes out as he held her. She looked at him and began to take off her dress. "Rachel..." he muttered.

 

His hands stopped her. "It wouldn't be right. You're emotionally vulnerable right now" he said placing the dress straps back on her shoulders. Susan chuckled to herself. "Pegged you to be some kind of lounge lizard. Seems I was wrong" she said. Randolph suddenly kissed her.  "Not entirely. I do want to fuck you. I just respect your feelings more" he snickered. He got off the bed. "Meet me for breakfast?" he asked. "Sounds nice" she replied. Susan watched him leave.

 

She showered and dried off before sitting back on the bed. With a sigh of relief, she canceled her growth spell. It felt like taking off a pair of shoes a size too small for her. She swiped unlocked her phone and called home. "How's it going?" Keith asked. "So far so good. This Anna Rosenthal seems good to be the assassin. Her arms are oddly muscular for a human woman" she replied. "Muscular enough to be an ace archer?" Keith asked. "Possibly. Either that or she's just a health nut. Speaking of nuts, she's really into Greek shit" she said. "It's rumored that Artemis herself crafted that bow. And Artemis was a Greek goddess..."

 

"A source of intel told me that she sells not just rare antiquities, but one of a kind ones. Stuff that should've been lost to time" Susan said. "You think a clairvoyance spell tells her where to look?" Keith asked. "Unknown. My plan is to infiltrate her home while she's busy with the auction tomorrow. My own clairvoyance arcane should verify its location and if its genuine" she said. "Anything else?" Keith asked. "Not at this time" she replied. "Understood. If you have time give Rose a call. You've been dodging her" he said. "I have not been..."

 

"Don't. She doesn't deserve it. Call her even if it's just to say hi" Keith said before ending the call. In truth Susan had been avoiding her. She loved the girl almost as much as she loved Lily which made her feel guiltier. Even though Rose had taken her looks after her father, her scent was very close to her mother. Her skin, hair, even her bare feet smelled like Lily's. It hurt to be around her. Rose had turned 18 just three months prior and Susan didn't show up for her party. She did however park herself on a tree branch just outside her window. Susan felt like the smallest borrower in the world watching the girl cry. Half the reason was she missed her mom, but the other half was Susan ghosting her.

 

"Hey squirt" Susan said as Rose said hello. "Hi Susan" Rose said softly. "Yeah...I deserve that. Look, I've been a shitty friend..."

 

"Big sister. You've been a shitty big sister" Rose said cutting her off. Susan choked back tears. "And I'm sorry. I've been so wrapped up in my pain I neglected yours. Rose? You there?" Susan asked. Susan could hear her crying. "I needed you. I really needed you" Rose pleaded. "When...when I get back things are gonna change. We'll go to the movies, splurge shopping, fancy food. Anything you want" Susan said. "Anything?" Rose asked. "Yeah sweetie anything" Susan replied. "Sleep with me and keep the nightmares away" Rose said softly. Her voice was caught in her throat. Keith had mentioned that Rose would wake up screaming now and then. Her torture by Jacob had not been forgotten.

 

"Honey. You can cuddle me, kiss me, suck on me. Whatever you need to do to feel safe" Susan replied. "Haha...you might regret making that promise. I'm kinda clingy sometimes" Rose laughed. "I know the feeling. You know I love you right? That'll never change?" Susan asked. "I know Suzie. Come home soon. I...I really miss you" Rose said softly. "I will sweetie. Night night" Susan said ending the call.

 

Susan laid naked in her massive human scaled bed. Comfortable enough she felt like she would sink into it. She couldn't believe how selfish she had been. She hurt people that loved her. Pushed them away when they needed her or wanted to be there for her. "How could I just do that to her? She's a part of me and I just pushed her away for something do petty. If she was here, Lily would spank my ass with her finger...and not in a good kinky way. I gotta do better" she thought as she closed her eyes.  

 

Susan had no dreams that night. None whatsoever and it unnerved her slightly as she awoke to the sound of rapping at her door. "It's Randolph" he said. Susan wrapped herself in her bed sheet and opened the door. "Good...whoa" he said looking at her barely covered body. "Come in" she yawned. "I can come back later" he said. Susan shook her head. "I'll be just a minute" she said. She grew a simple dress, panties, and sandals for her to wear out of his view and changed. "So you sleep naked?" he asked. "Feels better. Sensitive skin" she replied slipping her sandals on. Randolph stared at her as she put her hair into a ponytail is once more. "Randolph?" she asked looking at his reflection. "Yes! I mean yeah?" he said. Susan chuckled at him. "Thanks for last night" she said. "Rubbing your feet or respecting your feelings?" he asked. She kissed him. "Both. Let's get some grub" she said holding his hand.

 

As they ate breakfast, she listened to him more. Where he grew up, family, schooling, funny stories. And when he asked about her, things got awkward. Susan couldn't tell him about being a borrower. Blinded by a human woman. Being rescued and recruited to be a secret agent policing the world for magic. Magic...no way she could speak about that. Her answers were short and to the point as best as possible. She told him she was from Georgia which wasn't a lie. That she went to private school which was a lie. That she was 19 which shocked Randolph as she seemed more mature. Susan found herself worried that would put him off. Humans had odd ideas about age differences.

 

"You seem so much older" he said. "Lived a very...tough life. Worked hard to get where I am" she said. "So it seems. What kind of eye surgery did you have to correct your blindness?" he asked out of the blue. Susan spilled her drink. "What...what makes you think I had some?" she asked. "Just the way you touch things or frown your nose at smells. Blind people have more sensitive senses. Was a wrong?" he asked. "I was blinded when I was a child" she said. "What kind of accident?" he asked. "Wasn't an accident" she said softly. "My questions offended you. I apologize" he said. "It's okay. It's not often I'm read this way. Usually it's the other way around" she said. "Oh, so you read me? You sure you got a good read from the lounge lizard?" he chuckled.

 

Susan looked dead at him. "You smoke cigars but not because you like them. That's why someone with money like you buy them cheap. I remind you of someone. Possibly your sister as you're very compassionate. Having said that, you joke saying you want to fuck me, but you want to make love not fuck. You rubbed my feet with a degree of experience. And between you and me, I wouldn't mind if you sucked my toes" she whispered. The man turned beet red.

 

"How accurate was I?" Susan asked chewing on some bacon. "Pretty decent" he squeaked. Susan held his hand. "Don't be embarrassed. Everybody has their thing. I am flattered really. It's been some time since someone wanted to pleasure me beyond just getting their rocks off" she told him. "I'm old enough to be your dad" he muttered. "And I'm old enough to choose who can fuck me" Susan shot back. Both were quiet for a moment. "You been to this area before?" she asked. "A few times for her auctions" he replied. "Show me around. It'll be fun" she said smiling. "Then allow me to be your chauffeur milady" he said standing. Susan took ahold of his hand once more as he guided her out of the hotel.

 

Randolph showed off his Austin Martin convertible as he paddle shifted into higher gear around a turn. Susan admired the scenery. The old buildings. Tourists vacationing. The salty air. Randolph parked on a hill overlooking the beach. "It's beautiful!" Susan said looking at the shimmering light on the sea. "My favorite view here. Well it was" he said looking at her. Susan kissed him deeply for a few minutes. She got out the car and walked down to the beach. She took off her sandals and felt the warm sand under her feet. She didn't see him taking pics of her. She closed her eyes to feel more. The sun warmed her skin. The salt in the air itched. The fine sand felt good on her soles. She got closer to the waterline. Close enough that the water splashed her feet making her jump. Randolph touched her shoulder startling her. "Can't swim?" he asked.

 

"No, I can swim. It's just I'm not used to so much water. So big and endless..." she muttered. They both left the beach not after. Randolph drove around a bit more and she listened to his choice of class jazz. However, there was one place she really took notice of. "Something else isn't it?" he asked pointing to Anna's mansion. "The size or the guards?" Susan asked making sure to memorize the outside layout. "Both I guess. Must be paranoid with all that money and priceless art" he said. "Yeah...paranoid" she muttered. Susan had done enough missions to know someone with that much muscle was more worried about what they wanted to hide from prying eyes than what they wanted to protect. "Shall we go back? The auction is at one" he said. Susan nodded.

 

"I have to check a few things in my room. If you need me just knock on 211" he said softly. Susan stopped him. "I did enjoy myself. I'm just distracted is all. Thanks for the date" she said kissing him. He smiled and nodded. Susan returned to her room. She began to change into her combat gear. She had no intention of going to that auction. After donning her gear, she stood on the open windowsill in her normal three-inch size. She looked behind herself. There was a good chance that she would have to make a quick exit upon completion of her mission and would never see Randolph again. That troubled her as she wanted him to show her more love and compassion. She took out her lipstick, turned the tube until there was a click and the stick turned blue. With its arcane precast (as this was the selling point for this tool), there was no lag time after applying it to her lips. Susan jumped off the windowsill and soared up into the air.    

 

Susan gazed down at the city below marveling at it. The small structures, the streets, the view reminded her of the few times she grew human sized in the colony. How everything looked like toys from above. She had to remind herself to fly not looking down but on her side.  A tactic taught to her by Rose herself to avoid ambushes from falcons, ravens, or hawks looking for a tiny tasty girl to eat. Yes, it was Rose that taught her how to fly. Being blind, flight was the one thing she could never do but when Lily restored her sight, that became possible. Susan remembered Rose teaching her.

 

"Is it necessary for me to be barely clothed and barefoot?" Susan asked her. "For the first time yes. You need to get used to feeling air currents. They'll swirl around your head right down to your toes. One change in current and you could crash into something" Rose replied as she released the spell keeping her human sized. The young giantess shrank down to her size and began stretching. "First thing to do is stretch. Your muscles won't be used to the air drag if you really want to fly and not just hover" she said. Susan bent down and touched her toes. "Good now write the arcane" Rose said. Susan did and activated it. Winds began to swirl around her body and the soles of her feet began to lift off the ground. "Good now keep it steady. Slowly, focus on the magic pulling you upwards" Rose said. Susan concentrated and soon was a foot off the ground.

 

"You're doing it Suzie!" Rose clapped. "Easy Yoda. It's just a foot" Susan growled. "Better than nothing. Now hold my hand" she said. Susan did and Rose took to the air. Susan gripped her hand tight as Rose flew 50 ft. above the colony. She moved steady feeling the air currents. Then, Rose began to pull her hand away. "Rose....Rose...Rose!" Susan said as she lost her grip. Susan didn't fall. The momentum kept her level and moving. "Nothing to it" Rose said smiling. Her smile reminded her of Lily. Her perspiration smelled like her.  "Thanks, but I'll take it from here" Susan said veering off. She accelerated faster ignoring Rose's calls. She flew right past the point where Lily disappeared. Her tears drying almost instantly. Faster and faster as Rose chased her. "Susan look out!" Rose shouted as Susan was flying right to the surface interior of the dome.

 

She saw her reflection seconds before she was about to hit. She turned her body awkwardly to evade (which bled off speed and saved her life) right before slamming into the armored glass. She blacked out instantly and would've made a fatal landing if not for Rose growing herself to catch the broken woman in her hands.

 

"Wha...happened?" Susan asked awaking in bed. "SUSAN!" Rose screamed cuddling her. "Ow shit!" Susan said. "Sorry. You crashed right into the dome. Thank god I was close enough to catch you" Rose replied. "Thanks. Could you leave me alone for a while? I want to be alone" Susan said flatly. "But...okay...Susan" Rose said heartbroken. She bumped into Keith as she walked out the room. "Did I miss something?" he asked. "Nothing. I'm fine. I don't need anyone to dote on me" she said. "Thanks to my daughter. You were half dead and paralyzed from the tits down when you were brought in. Rose didn't leave your side. Even though she blames herself she said you took off on your own. What was going through your mind?" Keith asked sitting on the giant bed.

 

"Just wanted to fly on my own" she muttered. "And just so happens you fly right over where Lily vanished. Congrats Icarus. You scared the shit out of us again" Keith huffed. "Fuck you call me?" Susan asked. "Icarus....not the one you're thinking of. The dumbass kid from Greek myth that flew too close to the sun and fell to his death. Tell me Susan, if Lily had to deal with an agent putting herself in danger needlessly, what would've she done?" he asked. Susan glared at him. "Lily is gone. You're the bossman now" she said coldly. Keith uncovered her bruised naked little body. "Pushing people away won't make the pain disappear. I know. I tried" he said as he now held her body. She glared at the giant with tears. "Lick my feet, suck on me, do whatever you do to girls you like and then leave me the fuck alone" she said roughly.  Keith put her down. "Starting tomorrow you're relieved of duty until you see a grief counselor. Also, you will apologize to Rose and continue your training with her" he said. "And if I refuse?" she asked. "Then you're a has been woman who spits on Lily's faith she had in you" he answered back. Keith left the room.

 

"I'm here to try again and I apologize for yesterday" Susan said to Rose. Rose nodded but said nothing. Susan stayed near her listening closely to her instructions but said very little. Within a week she was as good a flier as she was. Rose wanted to celebrate but Susan coldly but politely excused herself.

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