Chapter #7climbing Hope's sneaker by: Alina   The two of them were incredible on and off the field. Talented and beautiful, no one could deny that Alex Morgan and Hope Solo were incredible women in their own right; but being next to both of them was almost like a narcotic high. Now, this also could have been due to the drug cocktail you had to take in order to shrink yourself, but that was neither here nor there. Between the beautiful women you were between, the magical fluid running through your veins, and the wad of cash you received for this job. You were on cloud nine as you began fiddling with your camera. You just had to take one snapshot of them candidly, but there was no reason you couldn’t enjoy the ride. As you took your camera out of your bag, you failed to notice something important…Hope’s cleat.
BOOM!
You were knocked down as Hope’s cleat landed on top of you. The only thing that spared you was the cleat’s bottom; the pillars surrounding you had spared you from being a stain on her sole. Getting up, you shook your head. The thundering now made your head spin. Clutching it, you tried to stop the ringing and spinning, but as you opened your eyes you noticed something worse… much worse. While your camera was mostly intact, the bag you had pulled it out from was stuck under one of the black pillars.
“Fuck!” you yelled as you ran to your bag and began pulling on it, trying to remove it from under Hope’s foot.
CRACK!
As Hope’s foot moved once again, you heard the sound you had been dreading. Wet ooze came out of your bag as the high quickly disappeared. The drug to return you to normal was now oozing all over the floor, the syringe needed for it was also most likely broken. Your headache from the stomp was now a mini-migraine as you realized you needed to go with your back-up, back-up plan. Running out from under her cleat, you turned around and got the idea of what there was to deal with. It was depressing. Hope’s normally big foot was now massive as you saw it stretch out even longer than you had seen some stadiums! Her foot was about as big as the stadium they had been playing in today you realized as Hope was busy working on her phone high above. Looking around, you needed a way to get up…when you finally saw her dangling lace (http://blog.eastbay.com/wp-content/uploa...). It was a well-used pair of cleats you realized as you saw how tattered and frayed her lace was. Slowly approaching it, you wondered about how easy it would be to get up it as the bus hit a bump in the road. You were tossed up in the air…as was Hope.
BOOM!
You were now horrified as you realized you had now come close to being crushed under Hope’s foot twice now. Her lace, fortunately, was now a lot closer as it lay on top of you. Grunting, you pushed yourself out from under it and grabbed hold of the coarse fibers. Quickly, you began pulling yourself up it, like you were climbing for gym class. As you finally made it to the real meat of her cleat, you could put your own feet against the leather side of her shoe. Now you were climbing even better than before as you were now like a mountain climber scaling a menacing hill. As Hope shifted through the ride, you began to think that maybe climbing up her cleat wasn’t such a good idea. Making it to the top of her cleat, you finally jumped into the ditch before you, the tongue of Hope’s cleat. Now you were moving forward, ducking under the thick wires of lace that lined your path. The mountain of her foot was growing steeper as you neared your destination, the tip of the tongue of Hope’s cleat. Standing at the base of it, you began climbing the stitches, holding yourself to the logo as you mantled the mosaic of patterns above you. As you reached the top of her cleat and expected to see a way up…only to see that there was a twenty foot gulf between the tongue of Hope’s cleat and her foot! You were exhausted and aggravated by the time it dawned on you that this was no longer an option for you. Looking down into the valley below, you saw that Hope’s foot was shifting ever so slightly! An updraft of scent washed over you like a reverse waterfall as Hope shifted again. The powerful, musky smell nearly knocked you out, making you stagger as your vision began to go hazy. Nausea began to run through you as you covered your mouth to fight back the rising bile. Unfortunately, your now unanchored feet were unprepared for the sudden shift Hope took….
WHOOSH!
You were stunned as Hope tilted her cleat to the side, sliding it across the floor of the bus. Falling against the rough roof of the tongue of her cleat, you watched as Alex’s bare foot was suddenly growing closer at an alarming rate (http://pics.wikifeet.com/Alex-Morgan-Fee...)! Just as you thought the sudden increase in G-Force from Hope’s movements was going to knock you out, her foot suddenly stopped! You were launched forwards towards the tan towering mountain of flesh that was Alex’s flip-flop clad foot.
Tumbling through the air, you feared that you would miss her foot completely and hurtle into the cold, hard floor! Fortunately, you landed on the soft, warm, if not slick surface of Alex’s foot, just even with her ankle. Quickly, you began sliding down like you were on a waterslide! All around you were droplets of sweat clinging to Alex’s foot, making it look like a veritable sea. As you slid quickly down the length of Alex’s foot, you splashed through dozens of these droplets, soaking yourself to the marrow as you went. To make matters even worse… you weren’t sliding straight down her foot. You were headed sharply to the side!!! Flipping onto your stomach, you dug your fingers into Alex’s skin, hoping to slow yourself down. It was too little, too late as you suddenly began to plummet off the side of Alex’s bare foot!
Screaming, you free-fell off the side of Alex’s foot, landed with a small splash in a tiny puddle of sweat that had collected in the depressions made by her foot. As you lay there for a moment, exhausted and on the verge of passing out….
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