Lost Forever
 
 

“ Is this it?”

“ Yea..., it looks like the place..., she said it’s an apartment building.”, answered Ed, gazing down at a piece of paper and saying further, “ Yep..., this is it..., the address over there is exactly what’s written here.”

“ Great..., I’ll park this thing along side the curb.”, replied Paul, finally pulling over and turning off the van’s ignition.

After the doors swung open, both TV repair men got out and went to the vehicle’s rear , removing some tools. The stuff in their hands, Ed said, “ Ok..., better get going..., this shouldn’t take too long.”

Nodding, Paul followed until the two guys entered the downstairs lobby.

“ So what apartment did she say?”

“ Ah..., I’m not sure.”, responded Ed, fumbling with the small piece of white paper.

His eye on the names over each mailbox, Paul eventually remarked, “ This is it, here...Jennifer Sonchez...., I distinctly remember you telling me that name after you talked with her on the phone.”

“ Yea..., that’s it..., Jennifer Sonchez.”

With his right hand, Paul pressed the button. Four seconds later, the buzzer sounded. Quickly, Ed pulled upon the inner door and opened it.

Looking at his buddy with an inquiring glance, Ed ask, “ So which way?”

“ It’s upstairs on the second floor.”

Less than a minute later, Ed pointed and said, “ Here it is..., number twenty.”

Eager to get the job done, Paul knocked rapidly upon the door until it swung inward, revealing the figure of a young lady, approximately twenty three or twenty four years old.

“ Hello ma’am, we’re here to fix your TV..., you called an hour ago about the picture not being right.”

“ Yes, yes..., come in.”, replied the sexy Hispanic beauty as she turned around and strolled toward the electronic devise situated in her livingroom.

Following her, Paul obviously took note of her figure, displayed to its full perfection by her well fitting blue jeans, black high heeled boots going up to her knees with the pants tucked in, and wearing only a black tube top, covering her two nicely shaped tits.

As the men went after her, Paul turned and looked at his coworker and nodded, indicating his approval of her delightful physique.

Smiling, both guys finally stood next to the television when Jennifer quickly tilted her head, swinging her shoulder length dark mane to one side, and said, “ It gets blurry all the time..., I’m not sure what’s wrong..., the thing never did that before.”

“ All right ma’am..., we’ll take a look.”, replied Paul as he set his tool box to the floor, seeing Ed do the same.

“ I think I know what’s wrong.”

“ What, Paul?”, ask Ed.

“ It’s that damn frequency filter on this particular model..., I’ve seen this same problem many times over..., we should be done in a half hour.”

After hearing the men, Jennifer said, “ Good..., I’ll be in another room..., if you need anything, just yell.”

“ Ok..., thanks.”, replied Ed, watching her turn and walk away, keeping his eyes glued to her ass the whole time.

“ Hey Ed..., wake up, you can dream about her later, we’ve got work to do.”

Laughing a little, Ed answered, “How much you wanna bet she’s a hooker.”

“ Who knows..., like I said..., let’s get busy.”

“ No problem, Paul.”, respond the man while taking up a screw driver from his tool case and handing it to his partner.

When the TV’s back cover was off, Paul studied the inner components for a few moments until he said, “ Ed, turn it on for a moment.”

“ Ok.”

The devise on, the two guys watched the front screen until the picture came forth.

“ Yep..., like I said, it’s that same problem.” Going on, Paul added, “ Please go down to the van and get the B8 circuit board, all I’ve gotta do is replace that and we’ll be fine.”

Already on his way to the front door, Ed simply replied, “ I’ll be back.”

Wasting no time, Ed left the suite, returning two and a half minutes later.

“ I’ve got it, Paul.”

“ Thanks.”, answered the other man, taking hold of the brown and green thing as he pulled the original circuit board from the TV.

Upon sliding the object into its place at the television’s inner receptacle, Paul next looked at the picture screen and said while the devise was still running, “ I don’t get it..., why isn’t it working right now..., I’ve dealt with this same problem many times before.”

“ Perhaps there’s more damaged than just that one board.”

Shaking his head, Paul finally gave the new IC board a second look, saying, “ Damit Ed..., you gave me the wrong part..., I said the B8 board, not the C4.”

“ Oh..., sorry, your right, my fault.”

Before Ed could turn around and go back downstairs for the right piece, he froze and ask, “ What the hell’s that TV doing..., what did we do to it?”

“ What do you mean, we?”, inquired Paul, a little frustrated.

Just standing there, both guys stared forth as a blue glow came from the picture tube.

“ That’s weird...”, said Paul, somewhat transfixed with the strange illumination.

“ Hey..., there’s something else!”, mentioned Ed, watching a brighter light shine from the tube’s center.

Without warning, a huge flash of white light came from the screen, causing the two men to momentarily cover their eyes.

Holding his hands before his face, Paul slowly removed them and looked straight ahead. After his pupils adjusted themselves, he stared straight ahead at what appeared to be a truck’s wheel.

Looking over to Ed, Paul ask, “ Where the hell are we?”

His head moving back and forth in confusion, Ed responded, “ I’m not sure..., I don’t get it!”

In control of himself, Paul said, “ Hey wait, we’re still in the same place..., it’s just that...”

“ Oh no..., it can’t be..., that wheel up ahead..., it just can’t be!”, yelled Ed, having fear in his voice.

“ It is..., that’s the TV stand’s coaster.”, answered Paul, gazing upward, seeing the same television, this time looming above him like a large building.

“ You know what happened, Ed?”

“ What?”, replied Paul’s coworker, not really wishing to hear the answer.

“ We’ve been shrunk somehow..., somehow the electronics of that thing got crossed up and did all this.

Looking downward, Ed exclaimed, “ Hey Paul..., our clothes didn’t shrink with us..., we’re standing on ‘em, were small and naked at the same time!”

“ Shit...”, mumbled Paul, gazing on at his own attire, appearing larger than a ship’s sale.

“ What are we gonna do, Paul?”

“ I’m not sure..., perhaps we can yell for that lady.”

At the top of his tiny lungs, Ed screamed forth, “ Ma’am..., Jennifer, help...!”

Of course, she heard nothing, causing Paul to suggest, “ Let’s crawl off this clothes heap and walk over to the next room, she might hear us then.”

Cautiously, the reduced men worked themselves off their own apparel and strolled along, looking up at their surroundings in awe.

“ Everything seems so big!”, whimpered Ed.

“ I know..., it’s like the whole world’s staring down and making fun of us.”

Going through a short hall in the apartment, the guys passed an open doorway.

“ She’s not in here.”, said Paul, staring into the bathroom, seeing the sink and toilet a few feet away from the entrance.

When Paul and his friend eventually stood before a closed door at the hall’s end, the man said, “ This has gotta be it.”

“ Where gonna have to crawl under it, Paul.”

“ I know..., let’s go.”

Upon their small knees, the two one inchers pushed themselves under the wooden panel, emerging at the other side.

His face raised and on his feet now, Paul gazed on and said, “ Well, there she is, Ed, let’s scream.”

Together, they bellowed, “ Hey you..., ma’am, help..., can you hear us!”

As expected, nothing, she only continued to lay there upon her stomach, stretched out on a sofa, yacking away on the phone.

“ So what are we gonna do?”, ask Ed.

“ I guess we’ve gotta crawl up there somehow and get her attention..., get close and yell right in her ear.”

Approaching the couch, Ed and his companion finally stood next to the piece of furniture and looked up.

“ There’s no way we’re gonna get up there, the thing’s off the floor except for its legs.”

“ I see a way, Ed..., look over there.”

His frame turned ninety degrees now, Ed gazed on and saw her purse, sitting on the sofa’s far end next to her feet which swung back and forth as she talked into the receiver.

Taken in by the sight of her pendulating boots, Ed nevertheless remarked, “ Hey yea..., the shoulderstrap is hanging over the cushion’s edge..., it’s touching the floor.”

Walking up to it, both guys inspected the thing when Paul took hold of it and began climbing, followed by Ed.

A few moments later, the little men stepped upon the vinyl sofa and stared ahead, looking toward the other end of the couch.

Pessimistically, Ed said, “ Paul..., I’m not sure we’re gonna get around her..., this thing’s kind of narrow for a normal sized person..., her body’s taking up all the space..., if we go around the front we’ll fall off the edge..., if we use the other side, we’ll probably sink between the cushion and the back rest.”

“ C’mon..., Ed, think a little..., we can get there.”

“ How?”

“ Simple..., we’ll just have to crawl over her..., we’ll start here and move between her legs..., when we’re by her inner thigh, we’ll crawl up and walk across to her shoulder.”

“ Ok.”

Making a few steps, Ed and Paul found themselves between her thighs, staring straight up at her ass.

“ This is it, Ed..., let’s do it.”

With some effort, the men got themselves upon the backside of her right leg. Then, they moved forward and up, eventually crawling upon her shapely butt, presenting its full form through the denim material.

“ I can’t believe we’re standing here on this lady’s ass.”, said Paul, feeling a little embarrassed.

“ Look at that..., it’s awesome, she’s really got the best ass in the world.”, replied Ed, taking in the view.

All around them, Jennifer’s posterior mocked the guys, telling them how insignificant one’s life can become.

Marching along, Paul and Ed followed the central indentation, moving forward, appearing like two insects. Eventually, the guys made it up to her belt.

Suddenly, Jennifer raised her back slightly and said into the phone, “ Ok Ann, I’ll talk to you later..., bye.”

The thing hung up, she shifted herself, turning her back toward the sofa’s rest.

“ What the hell’s she doing?”, cried Paul.

“ She’s gonna get up!”, replied Ed as he grabbed hold of the belt’s upper edge.

Doing the same, Paul hung on for dear life as Jennifer raised herself and finally stood upright.

At the room’s door now, the young lady pulled it open and walked along the short hall until she stood before the bathroom. Once inside the small chamber, she shut the door, reached for the toilet seat, raised it, turned around, and unbuckled her belt.

“ She’s gonna use the toilet!”, yelled Paul.

“ Hang on!”, was Ed’s only answer as she opened her trousers and began lowering her pants and panties.

“ I can’t hold on much longer!”, screamed Ed while the pants moved down along her thighs.

A second later, he lost his grip as the back of her jeans rubbed against the toilet bowl. Striking the the fixture, poor little Ed bounced once and flew back, going over the inner rim’s edge, falling into the cool water.

When his head resurfaced, he looked up and watched her perfectly shaped ASS!!! come down, blocking out most of the light.

“ Help, help...!”, cried Ed, fearing for his life now.

Going down to the floor with her pants, Paul stepped off her trousers and stood upon the floor.

“ Ma’am..., please..., don’t flush..., you’ll kill someone!”, was all Paul could do or say to help his friend.

Just standing there like a fool, Paul listened to her piss strike the water, flowing down from her cunt with a smooth steady stream.

“ Help, help me..., please...!”, Ed continued yelling while she pissed away, causing his frame to swirl around, going in circles, getting pushed now and then under water by her yellow nectar.

Done with her business, Jennifer reached over and hit the lever, draining the bowl.

“ No, no, help...!, was the last thing that came from Ed’s mouth as he went to his death, lost forever!

At the base of her feet, Paul watched her get up and raise her attire. The clothes pulled in place, she left the bathroom and entered the livingroom.

“ What the fuck’s this?”, said the women to herself. “ I don’t get it!”, added Jennifer, looking down now at the men’s clothes lying on the floor.

Confused, she went to the livingroom’s door and opened it, sticking her head out. With no one in sight, the lady, frustrated now, went back to the apartment’s rear chamber and took up the receiver.

In an angry tone of voice, Jennifer placed one hand on her hip and finally said to the individual who answered on the other end, “ I called your company earlier today wishing to have my TV fixed.”

“ Yes.”, replied a female voice.

“ Well..., they came here, but then they left without putting my TV back together.”

“ Are you sure?”

“ Yea..., I’m sure..., I’m looking at it right now..., and that’s not all.”

“ What else is wrong?”

They left their clothes here too.”

“What are you talking about?”

“ Look..., just get someone else here to take all their tools and shit and finish fixing my TV...that’s all I ask.”

“ Tell you what...., I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“ Ok..., make it fast.”

Seeing Jennifer pass the bathroom, returning to the livingroom, Paul left the small chamber and eventually stood at the base of her stiletto boots next to the TV cart.

“ Jennifer, can you hear me?”

Nothing, no response, she simply continued to stare at the television with her hands on her hips and her weight shifted, still a little angry.

Not more than two minutes later, the buzzer rang and Jennifer let the person in downstairs, After she heard a knock on her livingroom door, the Latin beauty went forth and pulled the panel open, looking next into the eyes of a pretty blond, also dressed in jeans and wearing a white company shirt.

“ Come in.”

“ So what’s the problem?”, inquired the sexy female, strolling to the television, walking across the carpet with her work boots.

“ Here..., look for yourself.”

“ That’s strange...”, said the blond, standing now before the picture tube, also inspecting the clothes on the floor.

As he stared up at the two towering women, Paul yelled, “ Hey Sue..., it’s me, Paul..., down here!”

Deaf to his tiny cry, the female supervisor said to Jennifer, “ It looks like the wrong circuit board was placed in the TV..., but that’s no problem, I’ll go down and get the right one, I’ll be back in a few moments.”

When the lady returned, she put the correct thing into the television and got it running.

“ Great...!”, said Jennifer, now how much do I owe you?”

While she put the finishing screws into the casing, Sue replied, “ It’s eighty five dollars.”

“ Ok.”

After she wrote out a check, the Hispanic woman handed Sue the money, shaking her head and asking, “ Got any idea where they could’ve gone?”

“ I don’t know..., but I’m very sorry you had to call a second time to get the job done.”

Relaxed now and happy her TV was fixed, Jennifer responded, “ That’s ok..., all’s well that ends well.”

Smiling and bending down, the blond took up the clothes and headed for the door, saying, “ I’ll be right back for the tools..., when I’m gone, someone else’ll be here in a short while to pick up the van.”

“ No problem.”

Less than ten minutes later, Sue was on her way, taking the tools with her.

Still at the base of the TV stand, Paul looked around, seeing a bunch of dust which fell from the television’s interior when the thing was opened. Watching Jennifer, he saw the woman go to a closet and remove a canister type vacuum cleaner.

On her return, the Latin beauty squatted and put the hose and tube together, inserting the flexible nozzle into the canister’s opening, and finally securing a brush to the end of the plastic pipe.

“ No, no, ma’am..., be careful..., I’m down here!”, yelled the insignificant little creature.

However, his efforts were in vein, for she flicked the switch, starting the electric motor.

Overwhelmed and frightened by the suction, Paul ran under the TV stand, hoping to save himself. Beneath the piece of furniture, he stared forth as Jennifer pushed the brush to and fro, picking up all the dirt.

Next, she gave the cart a quick push. As the wheels rolled to one side, Paul tried to run with them. Nevertheless, before he could get out of the way, the left front roller went over his tiny foot, breaking his ankle in the process.

Immobilized, the man sat there in pain, looking upward, watching the cart’s underside move on until it finally gave way, allowing Paul to gaze at the apartment’s ceiling.

“ Please..., please..., I’m down here!”, screamed Paul in a last ditch effort.

Not seeing him, Jennifer moved the brush forward, going over Paul, quickly sucking him up.

It all ended in a second, killing the guy as his small frame was forced up the tube and finally pushed down into the canister’s bag.

The End