This choice: Success! She's home free, time for some fun at the beach! • Go Back...Chapter #6Headin to the Beach~ by: Lelouch   With a creaking noise the front door began to open, slowly at first but soon faster, and in only only a couple seconds the door was open fully. Making a quick double take Morgan knew she was in the clear, faintly she could hear her Mother and Ingrid in random spots. None of them being near the entrance. She was home free and before it could be ruined she stepped right outside. Morgan couldn't help but let out a happy sigh as the warm air of Spring came to her, not too hot like it was in the Summer, not too cold like Winter, it was just the right temperature.
A few steps through Morgan was soon out of sight of the house, and as soon as she was she started stretching; to any passerby it would look relatively normal. But in truth it was a cover so she could whisper her plans to you. "Since it's so nice how about some time at the beach daddy? You can do wonders for my feet there, plus I can work on my tan! Some of my friends outta be over there today too, I bet you'll like them dad! One's a cheerleader...one's a goth...except she's actually cool! There's my asian friend...you remember them right? Sad to say...you did. Morgan's friends were each very pretty in their own ways, and for the life of you you couldn't recall their names at the moment. But you did remember that they didn't have too many qualms about playing with you at Morgan's birthday, or at least, if they had any they didn't show it and decided fitting in took priority.
Morgan giggled a little bit, "Oh yeah, you're a little busy down there. Not that I can hear you anyway. Just wanted to let you in on what was going on, and by the way. If you get thirsty or hungry...I'm sure my feet will be kind enough to help you out. I hear sweat is real good for you, not to mention sock lint. No need to thank me; just knowing I can help you like this is enough for me." To your dismay you recognized the base movements of her feet as Morgan standing back up to full height, and starting her walk to the beach; and it was going to be a long.... long walk.
At your age it wasn't anything new, being underfoot in a sandal; but that didn't mean you enjoyed it in any sense. The foot itself seemed to sweat far more than people generally noticed...but you did, and sock lint and toejam...yeah memories weren't too fond in that department either. Then there was walking...at least ten minutes to ten hours of rising in the air, feeling like all weight was lifted from your body....Only to slam against the bare sole as the foot goes down, and once it kicks back up the process repeated. All together it was harsher than most roller coasters, luckily you had a small lunch.
BAM! All of a sudden instead of the average footstep that made you suffer this next one was a stomp! What the hell was Morgan playing at? This was odd; even for her! That one single stomp held enough force to break bones! Lucky for you you had one tough ass body, sort of like God's way for compensating, small as ant, hard as hell to kill. But still...this was dangerous! You already couldn't move you were so deeply ingrained in Morgan's sandal.
Next step...maybe it was a mishap...BAM!! Nope, wasn't an accident. Morgan was stomping your miniscule body deeper into her sweaty sole and you hadn't the faintest idea why. Or at least, at first you didn't, but it came back in a second. Morgan wanted you to continue kissing her sole like before...ugh. With a sigh your lips puckered and you started, more or less, making out with your daughter's foot. Just in time for the next step...and no stomp. Looks like you were able to appease your God-sized daughter...for now. Aside from getting squished deep into what you thought was a wrinkle of Morgan's sole you seemed relatively fine, a tad sweat soaked, maybe slightly smelly...but okay. Morgan seemed happy enough too, but you knew once you arrived at the beach things would only get worse.
And as if on cue...at that moment guess where you arrived? The beach, and Morgan already had a fun day planned for her, and a miserable one for you...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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