During the the time when you ran from the spider you forgot that your sister hates bugs. "What the hell was I thinking trying to get her attention at this state". You mumbled. "It would probably be best to seek someone elses attention". You waited for the heat from your sister to die down, and she eventually gives up the search for you. "Well, now I can leave". But as you took a few step out from under your sisters bed, you could not help but notice a strange feeling around you. It was as if someone was staring at you from a distance, and burning a hole through you with there eyes. Slowly turning around, you see it. It was that damn spider again. " Oh shit". "It must have followed me". Leaving no second wasted, you sprinted for the door, but the thick carpet of the bedroom, made the run very difficult. The breathing became harder, muscles burning, the running became slower. Turning around to see the spider has gained on you. "Oh no I'm about to be bug bait". You turned away from the spider, waiting to accept your fate. When suddenly a massive, ground shattering tremor violently shook the floor beneath you. A sudden blast of wind sent you fly through the air, and causing you to fall backwards. "Gotch ya". A thunderous, but very feminine voice exclamed. Looking up, and clearing your vision, you shockingly realise what caused it. It was a downward slope of very smooth lightly tanned skin, at one point following five,pink painted round toes, and on the other point leading for miles up a skyscraper sized leg. Getting to your feet and craneing your neck, past the foot, the pants, the blouse. It was quicly realised that it was your mothers massive bare foot. Only mere feet from you. After getting to your feet, you could not help but have your senses become aroused at the aw inspiring sight that lay before you. The shine of the toe nail polish vividly shimmering in the sun light. The soft velvety skin of the heel and atop of the foot. The elegant scent of soap, and lotion, blanketing your nostrils. It was comforting, but at the same time, due to its size, it was terrifyingly intimidating. Your mom's heel sprang up, and the toes scrunched. As her foot bagan to grind the remains of the spider into the floor. She then lifted her foot up to inspect her work. "Eww". She stated. "I have to remember to do that with a shoe or a news paper next time". She wiped her foot clean with a dirty sock from your sisters room, and then wiped up what was left of the spider off the floor. "That...That could have been me". You panted trying to catch your breath. She was in your sister's room picking up laundry. If a moment was neded to get help, this was it.
So get your mom's help, or don't risks the spiders death as your own.
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