Against my better judgement, I reached out and flicked the miniature icon.
It spun around on its ring. "Ouch," rasped the man. "Stop that."
I giggled. I couldn't stop myself. I did it again. The icon spun. "Ouch!" His nose was pink.
He swung a punch at me. I stepped backward, unsteady on the six-inch heels, and fell, landing squarely on my arse. My right shoe flew off. "HAH!!!" shouted the ugly little man triumphantly, as he lunged for it.
I scrambled after the shoe. We reached it simultaneously. A brief struggle ensued.
Last edited by lapietra : 04-11-2003 at 06:21 PM.