Kellys thick fat fingers wrap around John and she ducks down behind the seat in front of her. Quickly she stuffs John under her arch, pinning him under her sweaty soft sole against her dirty rubber sandal.
"There," she grumbles as she moves over, making sure to put her weight on the other foot as she moves over into the window seat.
John struggled against the soft wrinkles pressing down on him from above. As Kelly sat there wiggling her toes, the wrinkles compressed down on him from above. Each time it was enough to knock the air out of him. Kelly only seemed to move her foot around more as he struggled.
His tiny body seemed to make it only worse as her foot got sweatier above him. The moist plush skin rubbed down on him in waves, pressing him into the yielding footprint of Kelly's well worn sandals.
Crying for help did nothing, but he did it anyway. This horrible girl that bugged him daily was going to be his end.
Kelly had actually already lost interest in John. Not even noticing if he was still moving. Even if he fell out, someone else would just end up squishing him probably. Her eyes were already set on the beach as they pulled into the parking area.
John was banged up pretty bad but he did finally manage to slip free from under her arch, thanks to Kelly's foot being so sweaty. The bus again lurched and Kelly stood to leave, poor John laying helpless on the floor.
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