“Look at that!” VickyLong crowed, stretching her leg far overhead. Lesley screamed at the accelerated lift. He had her big toe locked in a death-grip within one flabby arm, but could only sneak his other hand between her second and third toes part way. His fingers ached as they pinched at the webbing, desperate for anything to hold onto. As for his body, it flapped freely before slapping against the sheer face of her foot’s sole, coming to rest against the corrugated flesh.
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