After a few moments, Luis finally spoke up. "I'm not sure how I can help you get back to your normal size, but I will try to do whatever I can," he said with sincerity. He then added, "I have to get back to work now, I don't want Mr. Hall to yell at me, Is it okay if I leave you here in the small room by yourself? I don't want anyone in this office knowing about you or take you with me I don't know if I will hurt you as I work. Do you think it's safe for you to stay here?" "Yes Luis, don't worry about me, I'll stay on the table till you're done", relieved that Luis was willing to help you out. He even reassured you that usually no one other than him enters the janitor room.
Luis heads out to continue working, as you now remain on top of the table alone in the dark, with very dim light. You looked down at the table and noticed it was covered with dust. You decided to take a look around and noticed a few mops, buckets and other cleaning equipment. It's amazing how these tools are so big yet by yourself you're so small. You felt bad for Luis.
As the hours went by, Luis finally returned to the janitor room. He was drenched in sweat from his hard work and he glanced at the table where you were still perched on. He smiled to himself, relieved that you had stayed in the same spot as he left you in.
Luis suggested that it was time for him to take you home with him and figure out things from there. You agreed, not sure what else to do besides trust in this man who had offered his help. Luis then went and changed out of his janitor uniform into a more street-appropriate outfit of a shirt and pants.
As he was undressing, you couldn't help but stare at his body, he was fit and toned with an inviting physique. You were kind of shocked to see that someone like him worked here and still managed to have such a great figure despite all the hard labor he had to do every day. You quickly remove your glaze as he finishes, he picks up his bag and then faces you, "Alright Henry, where do you want me to place you as I head home, inside my bag, or inside my pants pocket?"
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