GRANDMA'S DIARY by G TSteptoe 2004“…And shrink you down, shrink you down, ‘til you are in my power…Shrink you down, shrink you down, ‘til over you I tower...”She looked up from the ancient, browning paper, her eyes staring intothe distance. “Wow,” Kate breathed, “Just imagine if it actuallyworked…” The girl's eyes sparkled in the light of the reading lamp asshe imagined what she could do if she had the power to make thingssmall, and her slightly open mouth closed to a smirk as she picturedthat idiot David and what he would think if she shrunk him down toonly a couple of inches tall. It would sure be a fantastic way to payhim back for all the times he'd tried to feel up her skirt, or hangbehind her when they went upstairs to class every morning. Like mostvery attractive girls, Kate was aware of her beauty, and certainlydidn't mind the admiring stares of all the boys at college as shestrolled past them and allowed them a slight smile ofacknowledgement. No, she didn't mind at all, and even if an errantbreeze flicked up her skirt she'd just laugh and brush it down,quietly enjoying the thought of so many guys getting an !eyeful of the silky smooth panties that covered her soft, femininecurves. But that was where it stopped, in her opinion, and to have afat slob like David Williams slipping his hand up her skirt, hisfingers actually touching her – that was more than anynineteen-year-old girl could stand.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “Just imagine…”Kate turned back to the book that lay open on the table in front ofher. It was an ancient tome, entirely written by hand way back in theearly eighteen hundreds. Okay, that was not even two hundred yearsago, but all the same, it was the oldest thing she owned, and sinceshe had been given it as part of her inheritance from Grandma, shehad spent hours going through it. At first, she just flipped throughit like most others had probably done, and just like the others shehad assumed it was simply a diary. It sure began that way, and mostof the entries were so everyday and boring that they only held herattention for a short time. But unlike her grandmother who had got itfrom her grandmother and apparently never read it, Kate wasassiduous. Then, a couple of weeks ago, she had come across a pagethat started much like any other:“The Sky is fill'd with dark'ning Clouds and I feel that soon ‘twillrain…”Most entries started with a weather report of some kind or other, andalthough they looked rather poetic, they got a bit repetitive after awhile. It sure seemed to rain a lot in those days, Kate considered.

Shrugging her shoulders, she read on, and just as if her great-greatGrandma had nothing better to do, she had then written:“A Spell for Keeping Meat Fresh.”Well, this could be interesting, the girl figured, so she read itthrough, and realized that it was exactly what it said it was. Thatis, it was a magic spell. Quite short and simple, and (great-greatGran noted) “…most efficacious and One I use often, ‘specially whenHares and Quail are in abundance & will not Keep.”Fascinated, Kate had tried the spell out on a small piece of steakshe pinched from the fridge late one night when her mum was sleeping.

She placed the meat on a clean dish and said the required words overit, then shut it away from light (as the book instructed she should).

To her amazement, the meat stayed fresh, so even after five days itwas just as good as when she had first performed the spell.

Kate was so impressed by this rather bland but incredibly useful bitof magik (which would put a lot of whitegoods companies out ofbusiness) that she went back through the diary to the first page andread through it all again. This time, she didn't skip over the linesof verse dotted here and there as she had done before. Now, readingthem all with a true scholar's interest, she discovered to herdelight that nearly all of them were spells – even if their titlesoften gave no hint of the fact. She copied them all out and learnedthem by heart – spells for keeping her complexion clear, forenriching the flavour of an apple, for keeping ‘the night's flyingInsects' away, for easing her menstrual pains (and Oh Joy! It workedbeautifully!), for shutting the mouth of a vicious dog (well itstopped the neighbour's dobermann from barking all night, even if itstill whined a bit; she wasn't sure about its actual bite), spellsfor opening flowers, undoing knots, opening locks, makin!g lamps glow brighter and stopping candles flickering and smoking,spells for all the things that troubled a person of that distanttime.

And now – hidden quite openly in the middle of a page on picking wildstrawberries in the forest – a spell to reduce things in size. Plainand simple; no ifs or buts. Kate leaned over the page again, mouthingthe words like a small child as she repeated them to herself, justlearning a line at a time and never saying the entire spell when she‘had no object'. As the diary advised in several places, “When sayinga spell, always keep in Your mind's eye, that Thing or Object whichit is that You wish to change or Affect in any Way. Ne'er say theWords idly or out of Neglect, for they are Words of Power for YourUse, so use Them well…”Of course, there was no advice to not say them silently, for that wasthe only way to learn the spell complete and fluently. The bookadmonished that “…the Spell must come forth Complete, withoutstutterence. If You utter a Word in error or out of Order, You mustbegin again from the very Beginning, or the Spell will not complete,but will Hang in Wait…”It was only later – the night before last, to be exact – that Katelearned that she could ‘prepare' spells in advance and let them ‘hangin wait'. She had actually read about ‘key words' or ‘triggers' forspells before somewhere, but it was nice to know that they reallyexisted and actually worked. So now, as she learned the spell toreduce things in size, she repeated it several times, just barelyloud enough for herself to hear her whisper. The loudness didn'tmatter, because all things were relative and if it could be heard atall, that was enough. Then, when she was sure she had itword-perfect, the girl repeated it through without pause, onlykeeping back the key phrase “over you I tower”.

“I tower over you,” Kate said to herself, knowing that the alteredphrase wouldn't trigger the spell. But it still kept the image in hermind, and it was an image she liked – especially when she thought ofthat stupid fat slob David Williams. David Hubert Herbert Williams,could you believe it? Be nice to tower over him, she mused.

The girl closed her book, her dark brown eyes gleaming as she said toherself, “But first I have to test it out.” Kate drummed her fingerson the book's cover as she pondered a suitable object for her firstattempt. She had no doubt that the spell would work; her maternalancestor had clearly been a witch of a very high order. Her onlyinterest was exactly how the spell would affect what she cast it on.

The jarringly loud barking of the neighbours' dobermann brought herout of her reveries, but instead of unleasing a silencing spell onthe loathsome animal, Kate decided that he would make an ideal firstsubject. She stood and smoothed her short skirt, then slipping on apair of sandals, she went outside into the back yard. No lights wereshowing in the neighbours' house so she guessed they were outsomewhere. She was grateful for that, because if they didn't go outon a Saturday night they often invited a bunch of people over andpartied till all sorts of ungodly hours. The dog, of course, stayedoutside and barked away the whole time the party went on, so the onlyescape was to get herself invited to a girlfriend's place. And shewas running out of girlfriends she could call on at short notice, asthe parties never even started before ten at night. It was rough forKate, because she had a McJob and often got rostered to do Sundays.

Eight o'clock start. Such is the life of !many a college girl or guy.

Whatever, party or no party, Snoopy the dobermann was doing hisguard-dog bit, barking flat out at anything human or otherwise thatwent by on the sidewalk on the other side of the high front hedge.

Kate still couldn't believe that the weirdos who lived next to herhad actually called a dobermann Snoopy, but they had. She'd longsince given up trying to work them out, her neighbours; they seemedto be quite normal, even attractive, really, but what they used forbrains was a mystery. They looked so incredibly normal, in fact, thatit only made their wild parties of pounding Techno and similar musiceven harder to understand. It wasn't that Kate particularly dislikedthe music; some of it wasn't bad at all, in her opinion, but why onearth her neighbours had to broadcast it to the whole suburb in themiddle of the night was a bit beyond her.

Holding her hands over her ears (as Snoopy's penetrating bark reallyhurt her sensitive hearing), Kate approached the simple mesh fencethat separated her back yard from the neighbours. The stench oflarge-dog poo drifted over to her and she almost gagged. She wonderedwhy it was that the dog had to crap everywhere. Her neighbours tookSnoopy out every morning when they went jogging… That was anotherthing. They never seemed to suffer hangovers and in spite of theirwild lifestyle they looked as trim and fit as a couple of models foran aerobics magazine.

Life most definitely wasn't fair, Kate considered. Her neighboursproved it.

Still with her hands over her ears, Kate focused all her attention onthe snarling dog, and speaking in a normal voice, she said, “Over youI tower,” and kept her gaze fixed on the animal as she imagined itgrowing smaller.

The effect was immediate. The dog began to shrink down, so that injust a couple of seconds it was the size of a fox terrier and stillgetting smaller, and as it shrank its voice rose in pitch to astrange yipping, that changed in tone from outrightrip-your-throat-out threat to doggish confusion to pure animalisticfear. Already, the beast had slipped its collar and was backing awayfrom her, moving back until it thudded softly against its kennel.

Kate smirked and forced herself to stay focused, and her smilebroadened as the dog shrank down smaller, ever smaller, until it wasgetting very hard to see in the dim glow of the porch light twentyyards away. “Perfect,” she breathed, smoothing her long dark hairback from her face as she squatted down and balanced on the balls ofher feet, peering into the gloom and watching the tiny animal as itmoved into a submissive pose, lying on its back with its paws up.

“Here, Snoopy,” she whispered, smiling her softest, most reasssuringsmile as she reached out her hand. The dog knew her, for they hadbeen neighbours for five years, and whimpering in its incrediblyfaint, high-piched voice (which sounded more like a strange, buzzingbug than anything), the dog crawled over the hard-beaten ground infront of its kennel, moving towards the girl as she spoke words ofquiet, gentle encouragement, heaping more praise on the animal thatit had probably heard in months of boring, backyard days. Theminiature canine crawled towards her, the distance only a few feetbut still a long way for a dog that was about an inch and a halflong. Kate continued to whisper encouragement, watching and waitingfor the moment when this rotten, idiot, vicious dog would be closeenough for her to reach her small hand through one of the gaps in thefence and pick it up. She had no set plan for what to do with Snoopywhen she caught him, but Kate figured that the emp!ty, plastic-walled mouse house in her room would do fine for now.

Just as the girl judged her subject was close enough for her to grabhim before he could scramble away, a door banged and drunken voicesannounced that her charming neighbours had returned home. Kate froze,and a second later the back porch lights came on and the screen doorthudded open.

“Snooooo-pyyyy!!” Myra Andrews bellowed in excellent Sergeant-Majortones, her blurred vision no doubt starting to focus in the generaldirection of the dog kennel. She spotted her teenaged neighbour justas the girl stood, and with a cheery “Hiya, Kate”, Myra staggereddown the steps and began to weave her way across the yard, glass ofred wine in one hand and box of dog food in the other.

Kate forced a smile. “Hiya, Myra. Nice night, isn't it?”“Perfect!!” her neighbour exclaimed, somehow not spilling a drop ofred wine from the brimming glass she held. “Hot nights are great!”she added, completing a rather deft and well-balanced piourette thatmade her short skirt whirl up around her waist. Kate grinned, for itnever ceased to amaze her that no matter how drunk Myra got (providedshe wasn't actually unconscious) she was never affected in herability to dance. If she got dancing she was like Ginger Rogers inthose old movies with Fred Astaire. It had to be those years of dancetraining she'd done. And because Myra was only about twenty-eight andhad a great figure, she was frequently encouraged to dance at herparties, especially when she wore one of the little skirts shepreferred in almost all weathers except a freezing gale (which wasn'tso common in Florida, after all). Doing another whirl then coming toa dead stop with her feet planted well apart, Myra allowed herflaring skirt to catch up, wrap itself around!her waist at belt level then sort of unwind and settle itself downagain. Luckily Kate wasn't a jealous type, for Myra's underwear musthave cost a few dollars and was far sexier than almost anything shehad.

“I love these great hot nights,” Myra tautologized.

“So do I,” Kate agreed, because it was true and she had to saysomething. If you didn't reply to Myra she tended to repeat herselfyet again but several decibels louder. The teenager glanced down andnoticed that Snoopy had obviously detected the arrival of hismistress – but then a blind, deaf mute would probably be hard pushedto remain unaware of her presence – and now the dog was crawlingtowards the woman as she stood there, still with her glass of wine inone hand and box of dog food in the other. Kate wondered if Myramight partake of the wrong one, but she still seemed focused enoughto know what she was holding and even remembered why she was in theback yard.

“Hey, you seen Snoopy?” Myra asked, peering into the semi-darknesswhere a leaping, joyful, slobbering killer carnivore should beexercising its neck muscles as it strained its anchor chain to thelimit. “I can't see him!” she added, totally needlessly.

“Well, he was barking like crazy a little while ago, Myra,” Kate toldher in all truthfulness. “I just came down to see if anyone washanging around out front.” The girl kept an eye on the tiny dog asshe did her best to maintain a straight face. “Looks like he'sslipped his collar.”“A-gain?” Myra exclaimed. She took a pace forward and after adetailed study of the collar lying fully closed on the ground, shenodded. “Yep. It sure looks like it. That damned dog!”Kate held her breath, for now Snoopy was actually crawling aroundMyra's feet as she stood there, swaying a little from side to sideand letting time slide by in irregular chunks like a bad CD player.

“I – I guess he'll be back soon enough, Myra. I don't expect he'll gofar.”“Guess so,” she allowed, taking a slurp from her glass. “Damned dog…”Snoopy zeroed in on Myra's right foot, and not knowing what else todo, he placed both his paws on her big toe and (Kate guessed) beganlicking. He usually either licked things or tried to dismember them.

Kate's heart began to pound as she realized that any second, evenMyra would have to notice, and when she noticed, she'd look down, andwhen she saw him –“Jee-EEE-sus!”Myra seemed to jump about two feet in the air and about as farbackwards and for a moment it looked like she would have to fall flaton her back. But she regained her balance – still without spillingany of her drink although a few Doggy-O's went flying from the openbox – and peering downwards, the woman struggled to focus on the tinydog as he writhed around in the dirt. Obviously he wasn't hurt muchas he was flung clear by Myra's sudden move, but Snoopy was clearlynot a happy little animal.

“Damned bugs!” the woman exclaimed.

Before Kate could react or even say a word, Myra took a single stepforward, raised her right foot until her knee was at breast level,lined up the tiny, squirming dog, and stomped on him. There was ajuicy crunch as she crushed him flat, right beneath the centre of hersandal's sole. “Gotcha!” she snarled, raising her heel and grindingher victim under her toes. “That'll fix you, mister bug,” Myra added,continuing to mash Snoopy to a smear as she glanced up and commented,“I hate bugs, but gee, it sure feels good to squash ‘em, don't it?”Kate forced a smile as she listened to the crunchy, squishing sounds.

“Yes…It sure does,” she nodded, knowing you never disagreed with Myrawhen she'd had a few, which meant you never disagreed with Myra whenshe was conscious.

“Specially big ones,” Myra agreed with herself, performing anotherincredibly accurate pirouette, this time on the flattened Snoopy. Shecame to a stop, let her skirt settle again, and moved her foot back.

“Not much left of him now,” she announced, clearly pleased. The womantook another slurp and drained her wineglass, and without anotherword, turned and wandered off back across the lawn towards the house.

It was a full minute before Kate could turn her gaze away from thedull stain in the dirt. It seemed incredible that just a few minutesago, a full-grown dobermann had been snarling at her from the otherside of the fence, and now, all that was left of Snoopy was a darksmudge and a few tiny fragments that the ants would clear away injust a few hours. “She stepped on him,” the girl whispered, tornbetween pity for the wretched dog and quiet relief that he'd neverkeep the street awake again. “She squashed him like a bug…”It had simply never occurred to her to step on the tiny dog, but bythe time Kate turned away and began to walk slowly across her ownwell-kept lawn, she knew exactly what lay in store for a certainuseless, drooling slob named David H. H. Williams. She went to herroom and lay flat on her back on her bed, peacefully stroking herfingertips over herself as she liked to do and drifting, driftingblissfully even as she imagined what she would do tomorrow when shecalled up Mr D.H.H. Williams and invited him over.

“I'm not rostered on tomorrow, so why wait?” she murmured. “I'll askhim over, then shrink him, and…Mmmm…” Originally, she'd just plannedto keep him in a hamster cage or something, and play with him like alittle pet – perhaps with the micro Snoopy as his pet. “But not now,”the girl smiled to herself. “Now,” she breathed, “Now that I know howeasy it is…How really easy it is…I have to step on him…Step on himand crush him… Yes… Crush him like a nasty fat crawling bug…”Kate sighed again and inhaled deeply as she imagined what it would belike when she stepped on tiny, nasty little David Williams, andlater, when she slept that night, she drifted in a deep, blissfulworld of wonderful, feminine dreams.

David H. H. Williams almost wet his pants when Kate called him latethe next morning. (She knew they always went to church early onSunday.) His jaw dropped when his mother called him into the livingroom and let him know that she – the most gorgeous girl in the wholecollege – was on the phone and asking for help with her physicsassignment. “Of course, I know it's hard for you to explain it to meover the phone, David. Would you mind coming over and showing me howto get the answers? Mum's not here so there's nobody I can ask…”He knew that Kate's mother was a widow and that as a nurse she oftenworked weekends, so if Kate said she was alone that meant she wasreally alone. And inviting him over! “Ah – sure, Kate. I'd – I'd beglad to help.”After consulting with his mother, David agreed to come over afterlunch, and he could feel Kate's smile though the phone as she said,“That's so nice of you, David. I'm really looking forward to seeingyou…”When the doorbell rang at exactly two pm, Kate was most definitelylooking forward to seeing David Williams. And because she wanted tobe fair, she made sure that he would enjoy the meeting, too – atleast at first. She had showered, brushed her long hair until itgleamed while she recited the spell and prepared the key line in hermind, then dressed with meticulous care in a soft pink pleated miniskirt over pure white high-cut panties (finely embroidered withpastel pink flowers) a sleeveless white silk blouse over a light bra,and open-toed strappy sandals to match her skirt. Yes, she thought,admiring herself in her full-length mirror, I should do very nicely.

She heard the bell, and smiling before she even got the door open,greeted her first human experimental shrinking subject with all theinsincere warmth a nineteen-year-old woman can bring to bear on oneunsuspecting twenty-year-old man.

Williams stood there for about three seconds with his mouth hangingopen before he remembered himself and closed his gaping trap. Hemanaged to utter a polite reply and felt Kate's fingers almostburning through his freshly-ironed shirt as she took a quick lookaround to make sure no-one had witnessed his arrival then ushered himinside and got the door shut as fast as was decent.

Kate stood with her back to the door, her feet a little apart as shebeamed and asked, “Do you like my outfit? I wore it – I wore it justfor you, David.”Beads of sweat formed on the young man's brow as he tried tovisualize what panties she was wearing under that incredible littleskirt. “Really? Wow…You look fu – I mean – you look fabulous, Kate.

Really awesome.”“Thank you,” she grinned, thinking that in a few seconds she wouldlook even more awesome. Then she tilted her head a little to oneside, beamed her best smile and pronounced softly, “Over you Itower.”The girl kept right on smiling as she watched David Williams shrinkdown before her. She was pleased but not too surprised to see thatthe spell shrunk his clothes as well, and the clunk of his briefcasehitting the floor as he grew smaller and gaped at her wordlessly wasloud in the otherwise silent room. By the time his open mouth beganto produce an incoherent scream, he was so small that it was justbarely audible to her. Just as had happened with the dog, his voicerose in pitch as it diminished in volume, and by the time he hadreached a very satisfactory height of a bit under two inches and shehalted the process, it was only a tiny squeak.

Kate decided that it suited him perfectly. She squatted down andleaned forward a little to peer at him. “I hope you like the view,”she said, her tones mild. “Nod if you do.”Williams was too stunned to do anything but obey. The giantess toldhim to nod, so he did, not even aware that he'd peed his pants forreal this time. Fortunately it had only just happened, so he didn'tleave a wet puddle of piss for the girl to clean up.

Kate smirked as she watched the tiny man nodding. “That's good. I'dbe pretty upset if you didn't like it. After all…” She swung herthighs open to improve his view. “Panties like these don't comecheap, you know. See that embroidery?” She touched her fingertips onthe smooth flatness and Williams watched as they sunk in a littleway. “It's all done by hand…”The girl stood and absently smoothed her skirt as she stood with herfeet a little apart and looked down at the minute figure standingright between her sandals. “Yes, it must be quite a view for a teenylittle man…Even for a fat slob little man like you.”Williams' eyes filled with tears as he leant back to look up at thegirl. She was impossibly tall, so tall that to her, he knew, he mustlook like some kind of bug. “Please,” he whimpered, “Please,Kate…Please don't hurt me…”As he began to stagger backwards away from her, Kate felt a sudden,familiar urge come over her. It was the urge to crush, the urge tostep on this loathsome, creeping thing and destroy him, feel himflatten and crunch beneath her weight. She began to raise her rightfoot and bring it up over the tiny man, but because she had greatself-control (and because he was standing on her mother's best rug),she resisted the urge to crush Williams where he stood. Instead, sheset her foot down right next to him with a thump that sent a shudderright through him and reached down, smiling with quiet amusement asshe easily caught the little man before he could perhaps run away andcrawl under the furniture. It was solid, heavy furniture and shedidn't relish the idea of trying to move it to catch a tiny fugitivemale.

David Williams had screamed as he watched her foot lift and he tookin the fact that the girl was bringing it up and over him. Petrifiedwith disbelief, he gaped up at wavy pattern on the sole; he evennoticed with gut-wrenching horror that there were the remains of twoor three insects squished up deep into the grooves, small creaturestrodden and squashed flat under this giant girl's pretty, summerysandal as she'd strolled through her garden that morning and steppedon them without even being aware of their existence. He screamed evenlouder in mind-blown terror as the girl's foot thumped down besidehim, then his voice broke and squealed like a damaged machine as herhand reached down and her fingers closed around him. His struggledand beat against them with his fists, he clawed at them and wept andwailed as he tried to kick his legs, but he could feel the incrediblepower in her grasp and he knew that this gently smiling girl couldeasily crush him in her hand without!any effort at all. The floor fell away as he rose into the air, andmoments later the young man found himself staring into the beautifuleyes of a girl who hated him with the true passion that only vengefulwomen have.

“Gotcha, little man. Now it's payback time,” she told him.

Without another word of explanation, Kate went through the house andopened the door onto the back porch. She walked down the steps andwent through her garden until she found the place she'd decided wouldbe ideal for her purposes. It was a smallish, bare patch of ground byone of the larger trees, kept clean and free of even the odd twig bythe ants that filed through on their way to God knew where. Stoopingdown, Kate placed David Williams on the ground in the centre of thebare patch and stood for a few seconds, rocking her hips gently fromside to side and looking down at him as she savoured her power. Hestaggered and fell to his knees, then as the girl began to raise herright leg, watching him all the while, the minuscule man rolled overonto his back and lifted both his arms in a useless, defensivegesture.

“No! No, you can't! No No No No NOOOOooooooo….”Kate heard his faint little cries and although she couldn't quitemake out his words, she had a fair idea what he was saying. But thegirl saw no point in actually answering him. After all, she was likea goddess to him, and since when did a goddess have to explain heractions to tiny, insect-sized little men? Instead, she just smiledand said softly, “Bye bye, little bug-man…It's time for this girl tosquash you…”Kate watched her tiny man closely as she lowered her foot over him.

He was her first one and she wanted to remember every second. Shelined him up with perfect feminine precision so he was exactlycentred beneath the nice, hard, patterned sole of her cute littlepale pink sandal, and just as she pinned him under her foot and hewas lost to view she wondered if he'd noticed that she'd even paintedher toenails to match. The thought made her grin and she suppressed agiggle.

While Williams hadn't picked up on such fine details as her toenailvarnish, he was actually taking a great deal of notice of her sandal.

Well, her sandal's sole, anyway. After all, it was resting on him,and the wavy, grooved pattern was already impressing deep bruises allover his chest, and as the pressure built and he felt his ribs creak,the man just suddenly wanted it all to be over. It was bad enough tobe only two inches tall, it was even worse to be trapped under thesandal of a beautiful giantess, and worse still to know that in justa moment, this girl was going to crush him to a horrible death – likea bug.

He had seen this girl step on a bug once and as he scrabbled at hersandal's sole, tearing his fingernails, the image filled his torturedmind… Williams had been resting under a tree, well shaded and almostinvisible as he ogled girls walking through the park. Then she hadcome along and paused only twenty feet away from him as she answereda call on her cell phone. She stood there, just idly glancing downand moving her feet a little this way and that and seeming to studyher toes as girls do, when something caught her eye and she walkedforward a pace or two, looking down. Then Williams noticed a ratherlarge, brown, rotund beetle lumbering around in a ragged circle. Katesmiled to herself and he watched, fascinated, as she trapped the bugright under her toes and pressed down daintily, wrinkling her nose indelighted girlish disgust as she crushed it flat…It had turned him onmore than any other girl's smiling little furtive crush had everdone, and now – now, he was just!like that bug, and even as the agony built and the pressure grewever greater, David Williams imagined that the giant girl was smilingas she pressed him under her beautiful, sparkling toes…Kate grinned as she heard the tiny man emit his stupid little sounds.

She sighed, and wanting to draw it out as much as possible (althoughthe urge to squish him right now was just incredible), the girl easedher foot up a little and moved it aside, swivelling her sandal aroundon the heel. Williams moaned and sobbed as he rolled onto his sideand curled up as much as a very obese twenty-year-old can. His wholebody was an avalanche of pain, and he knew that she had used verylittle pressure – perhaps only a few ounces of the mass she hadavailable.

The girl nudged her little man with the tip of her sandal's toe,smiling to herself as he rolled right over and flailed his arms andlegs about. He finished on his stomach and somehow got his limbscoordinated enough so that he could crawl. So, he crawled, and Kategiggled as she teased him, dabbing her toes down in front of him,making him turn. She never let him get very far, and if he seemed tobuild up too much speed a quick flick was all it took to bring himback where she wanted him. Finally, when Kate saw that he wasexhausted and could crawl no more, she placed her foot over him oncemore. This time, she didn't let him go. The girl pressed her footdown slowly and smoothly, her mouth slightly open as she sought tocatch every tiny nuance of delicious sound as she crushed the fatlittle man under her best, most expensive pink sandal. When hecrunched, Kate felt an amazing, tingling surge rush through her. Itseemed to come up through the sole of her shoe, as if she wa!s literally crushing his life energy out of him and sucking it intoher own body. “Mmmmm….Crussshhh,” she breathed, raising her heel andbringing more weight to bear on the little man's body. Then, as hisbones simply shattered and his body flattened out beneath her footuntil it could withstand no more, there was a lusciously juicy,gratifying skissshhhh, and Kate closed her eyes and clutched the hemof her skirt in both hands, gyrating her hips as she ground the manbeneath her toes and literally squished him up deep into her sandal'sgrooves.

“Just like a bug….Mmmmm….Ohhhh, yessss….”It was even better than she had thought it would be.

Late that Sunday evening, Kate lay on her bed, holding her sandal inher hands as she stared at the sole. “Squished you,” she breathed,tracing a fingertip over the pattern and smiling to herself. “No moreMr Nasty Guy…”A sudden, massively loud but regular thumping sound shook her fromher reveries, and after a few seconds Kate let out a groan as sherealized her neighbours had decided that ten-thirty on a Sunday nightwas a great time to start a party.

“Ohmigod…On a Sunday night! This is just too much…”The girl exhaled resignedly and slumped back on her pillows, her eyesclosed, then a slight smile flickered and her eyes opened again asshe decided that she would pay her neighbours a visit and put a stopto their thoughtlessness – once and for all. Sliding around andsitting on the edge of her bed, she strapped on her sandals, then asshe began to walk towards her bedroom door while the cacophany seemedto grow still louder, Kate paused and turned her head a little tolook at a very old, sepia photograph on her dresser. She sighedsoftly, a loving sigh, and her voice a light, feminine whisper, shesaid simply, “Thanks, Grandma.”Kate left her room and walked with measured, determined steps to herfront door, confident that tonight – and every night from now on –she would sleep in peace and quiet.