“Are they coming?” demanded Vera Cartington, as she drummed her fingers on the ground, crushing several houses, helped by the manicured nails and the gold rings on several of her fingers. There she was, all 850 feet of overgrown brat (150 times 5ft8in), draped over the landscape, a mass of long blonde locks. Her top half was scarcely contained in a low cut and cropped silk top, her legs were encased in what would be $1,000 designer jeans, and she was adorned in bling which must be worth almost the entire gold reserves of the world. At 20 she should have outgrown this brattiness by now, but not Vera. She was spoilt and has never grown up. She was moody, demanding and could be remarkably uncaring at times to the needs of others. Yet she was intelligent and sexy and had a winning smile when she wanted to put it on and had her doting father round her bling clad little finger. This was helped by the fact that when she didn’t get her way she tended to break things, as many cities and their inhabitants had found to their cost over the years. Daddy who incidentally was normal size was very very rich and influential and had got many powerful people, companies and governments and their wealth on his side to provide Vera with all her wants. The alternative couldn’t bear thinking about. The military had tried to do something but it was Daddy’s daughter and the world had come to accept the giantess in their midst, enduring the hammering Vera gave it, even when she wasn’t having a tantrum. As now. Somehow she had chosen to lie across a small town, totally destroying it. The inhabitants had no chance, but nobody could do anything, the consequences would have been a lot worse. As the sun shone off her multiple earrings, necklaces , bracelets and rings, her would be $10,000 gold Cartier watch, her nose stud was a solid 1ft diameter sphere of solid gold and her belly button ring was the size of a small car, blinding planes for miles, she suddenly became aware of something happening. A procession of vehicles was trundling towards her. Her eyes lit up, her $1,500 equivalent Louboutin boots were coming at last. Roads had to be cleared for miles to allow for the wide load. The view was spectacular, the boots were 250 feet tall, 125 feet long and more than 50 feet wide at their widest point as they rested on several low loaders. They were standing upright as Vera wanted to see them, and supported by dozens of helicopters with supporting chains. They must have cost $100m with the huge discount given. Several bridges had to be dismantled to allow the boots to pass, although Vera herself had helped in this regard, a recent major rampage had destroyed much of the infrastructure in this part of the world. As she got up to look her right foot casually and uncaringly and accidentally planted itself on a historic building…”no, not that “, grimaced her father, it was one of the best items in his property portfolio, only to be met with an icy stare from the golden ice queen…….and she padded over the landscape towards the procession………..
“Come on give me them!”, she demanded, as she snatched them, “get my socks!”. “Noooo, wait…”. Too late, she didn’t wait for the helicopters to disconnect the chains or the low loaders to release the boots, it was carnage, the lowloaders, dozens of helicopters and their crews, and she ended up stepping on the wreckage. Then she turned to her father and the assorted businessmen and politicians with a smile that melted hearts, “thanks, daddy”…….before walking back to where she was previously, where her bag was. Supremely satisfied, she was a happy bunny as she skipped, much to the further distress of the landscape. Meanwhile her socks were there to her delight.
As she crashed down by her bag to put on the socks and then the boots, she noticed her soles. “s“%^*$! My feet are so dirty, I do need to wash them. Yawn! Too far to walk”. She was in one of her frequent lazy moods, her sumptuous pad was only 100 yards away for her (8.5 miles), hidden by mountains. At 2 miles by 2 miles and 1,500 feet high it had all the rich giantess about town could wish for and more and cost a cool $10 billion to build and that was before fitting it out. “oooo, look, a reservoir….”, she said chirpily. Sensing what was about to happen and not being able to do a thing about it, the authorities quickly scrambled a squadron of planes to get one of her towels. Trampling a suburb or 2 on the way she reached the reservoir and plunged her feet in…”aaah!”. Oblivious to the fact the water was flooding everywhere she splashed around before taking the towel (which had got there just in time, there was no thanks for getting it, she just assumed it was there) she sat down on some nearby soft trees and wiped her feet. Tossing the towel away where it snagged a passing train she took her socks and put them on. “Now, the boots…”, she smiled. Seeing they weren’t there she screamed, “get me my $&^%ing boots!”. Conscious of a tantrum coming and its effect on all their lives the planes were scrambled again to bring the boots over. This time at least they released the boots before Vera grabbed them. Glaring at the planes (these to her inferior ants should have been quicker off the mark) she turned round and looked at the glorious VERY tall Louboutin boots and her face turned into a beaming smile. She had been waiting for what seemed to her a very long time for them to be made but now they were hers. Proudly she put them on, one at a time, each zip worked perfectly as she slowly zipped them up over the tight skinny jeans she was wearing. She wiggled her boot clad feet in the ruins of the town she had laid on previously and just loved the look of these smooth black boots with a very tall heel and the trademark red sole. “Hmmm, I must test these out, where should I go?”
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