(LivingUndies)
Stan saw the unlaced sneaker covered foot. He also saw a glimpse of the mad woman it belonged to. Curvy yet supermodel toned body, thick muscular thighs (unlucky for the guy she was about to stomp), tight belly and honeydew melon sized breasts. All of this was wrapped in a nightie that barely went over her bubble butt. Evidently she just put on her shoes to make her stomping more effective. And it was.
The first hit like a truck, white spots and delirious whirling images filled Stan’s sight! The first one left him on the floor, but she kept hammering away! Saying words each time she did. “HOW! DARE! YOU! BREAK! IN! MY! HOUSE! TINY!”
Stan felt thinner than thin, he was now imbedded in the treads of the sneaker. He seemed painted on! Then all of a sudden it stopped.
Izzy tackled Stan’s assaulter, temporarily taking the pressure off him, still there was a lot of damage done to his body. “Alright cool it! I know it’s fun but lay off him!” He could’ve done without that part but whatever.
A few minutes have passed since Stan was embedded into the shoe, Olive has calmed down and Izzy explained that they were cops. She took sometime trying to free Stan but the best she could do is peel off his head before she gave up. He got a look at the face of his assaulter. She had a beautiful face with sharp features, full lips, green eyes and match dyed green hair.
“Can you describe the suspect?” Izzy started to inquire. “Um, no, she was dressed head to toe in like a black sweatsuit and mask, didn’t get a good luck at her. I haven’t been able to find Harrison…” She said trailing off into despair. “We haven’t found any missing valuables so it looks like she was here for him. Does he have any miffed exes or crazy former wives.” Olive practically chuckled at that. “Harrison was a nerd, I am the first and only girl he’s dated, most of his life has been in books and in schools.”
“Can I ask what your husband does?” Izzy said, Stan desperately wanted to take point on this but he wasn’t fully reforming anytime soon. “He’s a professor down at the college on the east side of town.” She said. He wanted to follow up, ask her what his field of research was, but his partner was losing interest and he saw how antsy she was to get along with her day. “Well thanks Mrs. Connelly, we’ll be in touch when we find your husband. Also, we’ll get you your shoe back when my partner pops back to normal.” Izzy said tucking the shoe under her arm and walking out.
She threw him in the passenger seat and drove her way back to the station to fill out a report. At the station Izzy was resting at her seat waiting for Stan to do the paperwork. He managed to fully reform, but there was more to this case he could feel it. He had to investigate further. What to do first, however?
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