You decide it would be safer to get off the plate. You walk twords the edge and ease yourself down. Your feet thouch the soft cotton of Cole's T-shirt. You look up at the face of the god. You are so small he could probably swallow you whole without much effort. Scary. You decide to walk towards his feet. It would be easier to climb down him from there. As you reach the waistband of his shorts, the ground starts to shake as he yells, "I got to go Brian. See ya later." He abruptly sits up, squeezing you to his middle. He stretched. You saw the opportunity to get a grip so you wont fall. You climb the hairs between his bellybutton and crotch. You slide and curl up in his bellybutton. With each mamoth step he takes, you almost fall out. You hear keys jingle as he unlocks his door. His parents have late jobs. As he steps inside, his hand reaches down infront of you. In an attempt to get his attention, you jump onto his hand, but his hand keeps going down. He pulls back the waistband of his nylon shorts, and starts to scratch. To your disgust, you are now tangled in his black public hair. You are glad he keeps himself fairly clean because the smell of musk isn't that intense. You don't know if you should get his attention from your current position or try to get out.
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