Though he thought he prepared himself, Derek had no idea just how bad the following class period would be. An hour and fifteen minutes of Becky's foot was more than enough to drive him to the brink of insanity. He was sore just after the walk from one class to another. The teacher resting her foot on him for this next class only served to make things worse. Further, her occasional steps from the whiteboard to her desk and around the classroom to assist students caused great discomfort to the little assistant. On the outside, Becky was enjoying herself. She worked in great comfort knowing she was teaching the tiny twerp a lesson. Derek didn't understand why Becky disliked him so, but now he was growing to dislike her. "This is outrageous," the little guy grumbled as Becky rubbed her foot on him. "Enough is enough, get this over with already." But the torture continued.
*RUB*
*TWIST*
In the back of her mind, Becky wanted Derek to be mature and handle his treatment with grace. That is, when she let him out, she was hoping he would just move on and let what she did to him go. She expected him to act "immaturely" and lash out at her for having treated him so poorly. Derek had a sense that this might be her motive and thus decided that this would be his last straw. If, after she let him out, Becky would treat Derek in a similar or worse fashion, then he would do something about it. For now, as tempted as he was to act out at Becky, Derek thought it best just to deal with it.
An hour passed and Derek had absorbed a touch of the sweat emanating from Becky's sock into his own outfit. His skin felt sticky as her sweat transferred onto him and his nose twitched frequently with the smell of her foot. Above all, the soreness his body felt with such a heavy object laying on top of him was starting to bother the little guy a lot. Derek was very tempted to start biting or doing something to bother Becky enough to let him out, but he reminded himself that it would only reinforce her negative impression of him. In the meantime, Becky started scrunching her foot, grabbing Derek and hoisting him into her sole ever more. She squeezed and twisted, flattened him out with a few stomps, then would repeat the process. When the final fifteen minutes of the class period were up, Derek could not have been more relieved. The teacher undid her boot and lifted her foot out. Derek stuck to her sole as it was being lifted out of the boot, but hit the side of the footwear and fell back onto the inner sole. Becky saw this and chuckled before reaching in and pulling the little guy out. She sat him on her desk and looked at him for a moment before speaking. "Well, it seems you've served your sentence. So you learned that you shouldn't go buzzing around without my knowledge, correct?" the black woman spoke. Derek begrudgingly nodded. "Sure, I can understand that. It was my mistake to walk around. I considered myself an aid to the students and thought I should be at their disposal, but I suppose that it was wrong of me to have surprised you. I am sorry," he apologized. Becky smiled. "Excellent, that will be all. Off to your next class." Derek then turned around and walked out the door.
On the way to his next class, does anything happen to Derek?
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