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--A LOVE STORY--
--BASED ON TRUE EVENTS PROBABLY--

We stood there, my newly wedded wife and I, waiting for the bus. We were heading back home from our wedding, and couldn't wait to be home, to watch some Netflix and order some pizza. Our bus was just arriving, when a tiny person about yea big, wearing nothing but boots (that seemed a tad big for her size) and a fashionable collar, sprinted toward us. She left a couple of tiny bootprints on Eliza's wedding dress before she slipped over it and fell down, and hanged to the bottom of my groom trousers, tugging on them. I looked down at her, and she screamed at me with panic in her eyes. "HELP!!"

"Excuse me!! Excuse me!!"
Not a second had passed, and a woman, fully clothed, with one blouse and two socks and everything else one would expect a normal woman to wear at a bus stop, ran toward me in the same projection the tiny person was running not one second ago, signaling me to move aside. She seemed very rushed. I took a step back, and the woman stomped her foot down with force on the tiny person, crushing her to death. She breathed a slight sigh of satisfaction, and calmly walked back to the other bus stop a couple of meters to our left, to resume waiting for her own bus.

I shrugged and got ready to enter our bus, but Eliza seemed upset and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. She walked to the woman. "HEY! Why did you do that?!" She stomped in front of her to grab her attention. The woman tried to ignore her and looked the other way, as though she was hoping this rude stranger would get the hint and leave her alone.

"Why did you crush that tiny?!"
The normally clothed woman was looking to the person waiting for his bus next to her, giving him a look of "what the fuck is up with that woman, so rude". When she figured Eliza wasn't gonna quit and was still standing there waiting for an answer, she turned her look to her, with emphasized impatience. "I felt like crushing a tiny. Excuse me." Her bus just arrived, and she moved past Eliza and hopped on it, and that's the last we've seen of her.

Eliza walked back to me, with a ruminant look on her. I've put my arm around her shoulder, and we resumed waiting for the next bus. Eventually our bus arrived again, and we hopped on it, and in about 30 minutes we were home. We took our shoes off and sat back on the sofa. I started to look for something to watch on Netflix ("Disenchantment " looked interesting) while Eliza called the pizza delivery company, in order to order a delivery of pizza. But it seemed the thought of what happened at the bus stop still bothered her and later, after the pizza arrived, she indeed brought it up. "Did you see that woman at the bus stop today? What was up with her and that tiny?" I snickered. "I know huh? Some colorful people in this city."

And then we resumed watching our Netflix and eating our pizza. Days went by and I could tell Eliza was still thinking of that woman and that tiny. One day I walked in on her masturbating, and while she was at it she whispered it to herself... reenacted it. "Help! Excuse me, excuse me!" And then she climaxed.

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--A LOVE STORY--
--BASED ON TRUE EVENTS PROBABLY--

We stood there, my newly wedded wife and I, waiting for the bus. We were heading back home from our wedding, and couldn't wait to be home, to watch some Netflix and order some pizza. Our bus was just arriving, when a tiny person about yea big, wearing nothing but boots (that seemed a tad big for her size) and a fashionable collar, sprinted toward us. She left a couple of tiny bootprints on Eliza's wedding dress before she slipped over it and fell down, and hanged to the bottom of my groom trousers, tugging on them. I looked down at her, and she screamed at me with panic in her eyes. "HELP!!"

"Excuse me!! Excuse me!!"
Not a second had passed, and a woman, fully clothed, with one blouse and two socks and everything else one would expect a normal woman to wear at a bus stop, ran toward me in the same projection the tiny person was running not one second ago, signaling me to move aside. She seemed very rushed. I took a step back, and the woman stomped her foot down with force on the tiny person, crushing her to death. She breathed a slight sigh of satisfaction, and calmly walked back to the other bus stop a couple of meters to our left, to resume waiting for her own bus.

I shrugged and got ready to enter our bus, but Eliza seemed upset and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. She walked to the woman. "HEY! Why did you do that?!" She stomped in front of her to grab her attention. The woman tried to ignore her and looked the other way, as though she was hoping this rude stranger would get the hint and leave her alone.

"Why did you crush that tiny?!"
The normally clothed woman was looking to the person waiting for his bus next to her, giving him a look of "what the fuck is up with that woman, so rude". When she figured Eliza wasn't gonna quit and was still standing there waiting for an answer, she turned her look to her, with emphasized impatience. "I felt like crushing a tiny. Excuse me." Her bus just arrived, and she moved past Eliza and hopped on it, and that's the last we've seen of her.

Eliza walked back to me, with a ruminant look on her. I've put my arm around her shoulder, and we resumed waiting for the next bus. Eventually our bus arrived again, and we hopped on it, and in about 30 minutes we were home. We took our shoes off and sat back on the sofa. I started to look for something to watch on Netflix ("Disenchantment " looked interesting) while Eliza called the pizza delivery company, in order to order a delivery of pizza. But it seemed the thought of what happened at the bus stop still bothered her and later, after the pizza arrived, she indeed brought it up. "Did you see that woman at the bus stop today? What was up with her and that tiny?" I snickered. "I know huh? Some colorful people in this city."

And then we resumed watching our Netflix and eating our pizza. Days went by and I could tell Eliza was still thinking of that woman and that tiny. One day I walked in on her masturbating, and while she was at it she whispered it to herself... reenacted it. "Help! Excuse me, excuse me!" And then she climaxed.