Beth’s colossal fall from grace into the river created an unimaginable ripple affect, as it were, for the city. Screams and cries rang out at the sight of one large wave of water barreling down Hesford Street, its massive liquid presence overtaking, pushing and swallowing people, cars, and other debris in its path. The one large wave spanned out, snaking through side streets, inflicting people with several rushes of water upwards of five feet high. A line of some ten public buses carrying a bevy of some 500 people trying to get out of town was not spared as a wall of water overturned the vehicles, washing them away like nothing more than bath toys. The buses came to a stop only after careening into an office building and killing some 100 passengers. The sound of the collision was nightmarish. Those high up in office and apartment buildings, looked down in horror as people were swept up and carried away. Others could be seen screaming as they attempted to out run the mighty wetness, the lucky ones escaping to higher elevation in the nick of time. Subway lines were flooded, stranding hundreds under ground.
Tara took another puff on her giant joint, laughing and giggling as she monitored all the destruction. A massive high had taken over, enhancing her evil streak. Before her lay the sight of the overturned ferry slowly sinking, people flailing about in the warm river water, begging, screaming for help. Tara couldn’t resist teasing and mocking the 40 some distressed passengers in the water. Leaning forward as she exhaled on the marijuana cig, Tara sighed, POOR PEOPLE. I’M TOTALLY SOO SORRY FOR SINKING YOUR PUNY BOAT, BUT NOW THAT I’M A GIANT, I CAN’T BE RESPONSIBLE. Tara adjusted her massive silky legs on the raft and preened her hair before continuing. ALSO, DON’T THINK FOR A MINUTE OF CLIMBING ON THIS RAFT. ALL YOU PEOPLE WILL JUST HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE ELSE. Tara giggled and cries for help continue.
Then like a mega submarine emerging from the ocean, a large beautiful head erupted from the water’s surface. GRRRR! OOHH! UGH! The giant Beth roared back to life, having been temporarily knocked unconscious under water. Beth appeared frazzled, disoriented and…positively pissed! Rising to her full height as she cleared her eyes, scratched her nose and spit out the gallons of water lodged in her mouth and ears, Beth turned to the rather relaxed Tara. TARA, DID YOU SEE THAT DAMN BOAT HIT ME! I AM JUST SOOO PISSED AT THOSE PEOPLE FOR RUNNING INTO ME! Looking down in the water, Beth made out the doomed ferry passengers swimming around her towering legs. SERVES YOU RIGHT, STUPID PEOPLE. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD ACTUALLY STEER YOUR DAMN BOAT INTO A GIANT. NOW I’M A PISSED OFF GIANT!
Tara smirked girlishly. YOU GO, GIRL! Tara cheered.
Beth turned her focus to the bridge she had earlier been lecturing over. A gaping hole had been torn in the side; the result of Beth’s attempt to gain her footing as she fell. Several cars had landed in the river, still afloat, though sinking steadily a menacing Beth noticed. Beth picked up two of the doomed cars and stared business-like into the wrecked vehicles, some four panicked people among them. MY FRIEND TARA’S GONNA LOVE YOU. Beth walked back to the raft and placed the cars at the feet of the resting blond. Slowly returning to the bridge, Beth’s eyes widened with excitement at the sight of an eighteen-wheeler caught dangling perilously over the edge, one small gust of wind away from plunging to the water below. Beth could make out the cries for help from the driver. There would be no rescue for this poor man. Beth lowered her face to where the truck’s cab was swinging below the bridge as she peered curiously at the frightening scene. “Please help! I think I broke my leg!” the driver yelled out to the big brown eyes, sultry lips and tanned face of the oversized woman. Beth giggled as she turned back to Tara. HEY TARA, LISTEN TO THIS. THIS PUNY MAN HERE WANTS ME TO SAVE HIM. SHOULD I LIFT UP HIS TRUCK AND GIVE HIM A HAND? Tara smiled like a mischievous little girl, luxuriously puffed on the joint, as she casually, sarcastically pondered an answer. Beth waited with giggling anticipation.
GIRL, ARE YOU KIDDING? I’M STILL WAITING TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PUSH THE TRUCK OFF THE BRIDGE, Tara replied. Turning again to the trapped driver, Beth purred, SORRY, THE BIG GIRL OVER THERE SAYS I’VE GOTTA LET YOU GO. SEE YA. Beth then nudged the back of the truck from its resting position using nothing more than one of her sexy fingers. The ensuing splash was not lost on the two giants.
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