The bars proved to be still hot. So, instead of bending them outward, Ted bent them inward and to the sides. Using my borrowed suit jacket to protect his hands. We then clambered through the hole, half-crawling/half-leaping from one intact bar to the next, until we reached the shelf top of Courtney's closet.
"OK, Secret Agent Man!" I asked (between gasps for air): "What now?"
Diego pointed to a long-sleeved white blouse hanging from the higher of two wooden racks.
"We shimmy down the left sleeve of that blouse to the lower rack. Then, we jump down to one of the slacks hung up on it, and shimmy down to the floor on one of the legs!"
Ted nodded his approval. But, he insisted on his going first.
"I have most athletic experience. And, in terms of musculature, I weigh more than you two combined."
Diego and I looked at each other. Then, we looked back at Ted and nodded.
The first half of the plan went as planned. He hung by his hands from the shelf top, then let go. Catching the left shoulder of the blouse. This, in turn, made the hangar swing around a bit. When it had stabilized, Ted let go, again. Yet, when he landed on the hangar containing the targeted pair of blue slacks, his weight proved too much for it.
The slacks slid off the hangar, taking Ted with them!
I started to shout an alarmed inquiry. But, fortunately, Diego had the presence of mind to clamp his right hand over my mouth. He then pointed at the slacks with his left. So, I watched as Ted crawled out from underneath them, smiling and giving us two thumb's-up.
The slacks had cushioned his fall! Something they would now do for us, as well. Three minutes later, Ted was hugging us like long-lost younger brothers.
"T-T-Ted!" I stammered: "Could you please...ease up...on the...pressure...to my...ribs?"
"So sorry, tovarisch. It is just that this was the greatest ray of hope I have seen in a long time."
"Yeah?" replied Diego: "Well, don't count your rays of hope till you get the electric bill. We're still stuck in this closet."
I pointed to my left: "The closet door slides open from that end. Maybe if we add our muscles, to Ted's, we can push it open a crack. Hopefully, a wide-enough one that we can squeeze through...and out."
Now, it was Diego's turn to have an anime face: "I think someone might be about to save us the trouble. Feel that?"
A moment later, I did. Ted, too. It was a rhythmic set of seismic vibrations climbing up through our bodies from the wooden floor. Vibrations caused by...approaching footsteps.
tbc
Giantess World
