Ron decided to break the speed limit and the rapidly descending accelerator knocked an unsuspecting Ben unconscious.
Ron pulled into his driveway. Jason's Jetta was out front.
"I wonder what he's doing here? I don't feel like having company." Ron had a frustrating day at the beach. His latent homosexual urges were waking up again, and everytime he tried to hit on a girl, some guy nearby would steal his attention. And to make matters worse, there were rumors flying around the team that he was gay. He knew who started those -- Ben. He suspected Ben and Jason of messing around, but he didn't dare accuse them outright. Didn't want to draw attention.
Ron grumbled at the thought of having to hang out with Jason. He was tired of struggling with his sexual urges. And he didn't feel like fighting any more. He turned the engine off, when he noticed a small joint -- or at least it looked like one -- roll out from under the accelerator. "Huh?" Ron was certain he cleaned out his car after Saturday's all-night rave. A few Ecstasy pills and papers had littered the floor of his Jeep over the weekend. He was sure he cleaned all that up.
He looked closer at the joint. It wasn't a joint, more like a little...doll!! A dirty doll that had rolled around on the dusty floor of the Jeep. And it was moving. Was it a bug?
Ron hopped out of the Jeep. He gingerly grabbed the joint/doll/bug and dropped it on the black asphalt of his driveway. "What the fuck is this?" he thought. He got on his knees and looked more closely, brushing off the floor dust. His mouth dropped open. It was Ben, from the team, except that he was under three inches tall!!! Ben sputtered grime from his mouth and looked up to see Ron inspecting him. Quickly, he remembered what happened and how he got here. And then he wondered what was going to happen to him next.
From up above Jason was lying flat on Ron's front deck landing. Hidden by trees, he had a clear view of the driveway just a few feet away. He lay on his back, cock in hand, eyes set upon the drams ready to unfold.
"Dude, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry...." Ben began to beg.
"Sorry? What are you sorry for?" Ron mocked sarcastically. Was Ben admitting to the rumors? Ron stood up to his full height. Ben could barely make out his face. "Did you do something to be sorry?"
"Well, stuff... you know...."
"Dude, you don't have the room to be sorry right now!" Ron lifted up his leg and took a step toward Ben.
Ben scrambled back like a crab on all fours. Ron's bare foot landed to his side. A muffled echo vibrated through Ben's body as the foot hit the driveway. There was nowhere to run. Ron took another step, and the other foot landed on Ben's other side. The giant laughed an evil laugh, much like he did when the team crushed a rival team during a championship game.
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