Mamie reviewed the document: there was nothing challenging or questionable in it. It just reviewed the exercise: she’d be given three samples that she had to estimate on a few criteria, totally up to her own subjective judgment.
Magnatrude’s lips curled slightly. “Why did you think it would be a good idea to gratify yourself at the expense of my nostril?”
She laughed. “Right, I’ll just activate the camera and microphone on my laptop, eat you, upload it, and just chill the fuck out until the SWAT team arrives.”
Now enormous, she rushed at me with the impossible, frightening speed of a locomotive. Her arm shot out and I fell lightly into her taut leather glove.
“How am I responsible for this?” He shoved the report at his boss. “I don’t know why any of this is happening!”
Janine also wondered why there weren’t more Tiny women out in public. When she asked Shaun about this, however, he became upset and withdrawn.
Is it someone’s birthday? Was this left over from a baby shower or a potluck? Did someone just find an interesting recipe and want to share it with the office?
She held him in front of one of the event posters. There was a costume contest, the prize for which was the winner’s choice of $25 or covering the bar tab.
I explained what the last several weeks looked like, fighting, scavenging, my victories and defeats: an endless workout, each day ending curled up on hard soil.
Normal society tends to frown on Tinies taking action against little girls, even in self-defense. They don’t think much of us, and they rarely take our side in any dispute.