Krystyn brought him down into the family room, pausing to turn on the TV as she set him down on the carpet before she sat herself down on the couch. Andrew crouched on all fours and looked around the room from his new perspective. From a eyeview that was barely twelve inches from the floor, the couch towered over him like a giant’s sofa. Indeed, even Krystyn’s shapely legs looked like those of a huge statue of a fertility Goddess that had somehow been made flesh. Even her shoes looked enormous to Andrew. He silently crept over to them and compared them to his tiny hands. Her shoes were three times the length from the heel of his palm to the tips of his fingers.

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