Despite how disoriented you by the recent turn of events, you somehow manage to maintain a modicum of control over your words. As this is the first time you've ever been caught engaging in what you like to think of as your hobby, you find that spitting an intelligent sentence out, let alone a good lie, is proving next to impossible. How could it not be? Seeing the one and only She Hulk standing above you, arms crossed, and waiting for an explanation, leaves you dumbstruck. Almost unconsciously, you slowly push the boots away from you, as if what you were doing only moments before never happened. Stammering, you begin what will go down as one of the more impotent and worthless lies ever uttered, both by you and really anyone, in recent history. "Uh, well, ma'am, I don't really know where to begin, except to say that what you just saw wasn't really meant to, uh." "What exactly are you saying? Quit with the stuttering and just tell me what you're doing and who you are. I can tell that you aren't anyone dangerous, but that still doesn't excuse you for breaking and entering into my home, now does it? Talk!" She Hulk's voice seems to drown your own scrambling thoughts as they try to coalesce around a good lie. "Well, I know who you are and a few of my friends are really big fans. Over a few beers we got to thinking that it would be cool to be able to get close to you, as some of my friends really think you're hot. I think you're pretty to. Well, as I'm pretty sneaky, my friends dared me to get into your house and retrieve something of yours just to prove that I'd done it. That's the honest truth, I swear." As you lie, you actually become more confident, thinking that it seemed plausible.
Sighing, She Hulk simply looks down at you with a look of slight anger and disbelief. "You know, I actually believe you. That sounds like something a bunch of college-age guys would come up with. It's still against the law and not right. You invaded my privacy and could have gotten hurt had I mistaken you for an enemy of mine. You do realize that my life isn't a sitcom or movie, right? There are people that regularly attempt to kill me and hurt my loved ones, and they're not just super powered freaks either. I also get a lot of threats from losers that don't appreciate the job I do as an attorney." "Well, uh, Miss She Hulk, I am really sorry about all of this. I specifically tried to wait until you would be gone for while." Jennifer raised an eyebrow when she hears this. You realize how that sounds. "But please don't think I have been spying on you, because I haven't been. I just had a feeling that you'd be gone tonight, as it is Friday and all." Remaining silent for a moment, She Hulk walks over to where you pushed her boots to. "Well, as I said, I have no problem believing that you and some of your stupid friends came up with a stunt like this. I'm not happy about it, but I would be willing to not involve the police in this matter. What doesn't seem to make sense though is what you were doing sniffing my boots? What's that all about, hm? Oh, and in case you were spying on me, I really did have plans for this evening. However, you didn't hear me because a friend of mine has been staging elaborate training exercises for me unexpectedly. You know, jumping out at me outside my home and even inside it." You mean, like in the Pink Panther," you say, immediately regretting it. She laughs for a moment. "Yeah, something like that. You're lucky that they didn't catch you as well. Either way, you should count your blessings that you didn't end up hurt or killed. Now talk about your the little nose party you were having with my boots!"
Oh man, you really thought that in some crazy way she hadn't seen what you were up to! Think of something fast, your mind screams! Care to tell me what you seemed to find so appealing about my boots and the way they smell? I really am curious," Jennifer says with wry smile. "Uh, I actually was going to take them as my proof that I'd been here. It's pretty well known that these are the boots you most often work in. You know, outside of the courtroom. As I was picking them up, I noticed that they smelled a little and was curious. I don't know why, it was just something that I did, spur of the moment, you know?" You can tell by her expression that she doesn’t buy your story at all, and has been humoring you all along. "No, I don't know. Personally, I think your entire story is a big fat lie. I don't think there was any bet or that you probably have any friends. No, you know what I think? I think that you're a perverted little creep that has a foot fetish and thought that it'd be a huge rush to sample my footwear. I'm through listening to your lies. I want you to be honest with me and tell me the truth. Are you here because you have some sort of attraction for me? Or is this really just about my feet? And you had better tell the truth at this point, because if you don't, I promise you that things will take a huge turn for the worse for you, in way you really can't begin to understand." At that moment, you notice for the first time the large black pumps she’s holding her right hand, with her other hand on her hip. Looking down again, you notice just how large her feet are as well. Through the dark nylon material, you can see that her toes are unpainted but still beyond beautiful. She slowly begins to flex her toes of her right foot, cracking them nonchalantly.
Shaken to you core by what She Hulk has just said, you are left speechless. It sounds like she expects you to just admit what is really the truth. However, you've never gotten caught before, nor have you ever had to admit to your fantasies to anyone either. Part of you says to hell with her and to just stick to your story. However, she blatantly threatened you if you don't tell the truth. She said that she wouldn't call the police, but was she telling the truth? What else could she do to you, as she's never been known to harm a civilian before, let along a young man like yourself. Decisions decisions:
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