As Rick steps out the front door, Alan is still screaming desperately between breaths. "No! Please, Dad, I've learned my lesson! Just let me ou--"
Alan wouldn't know whether Rick could even hear him or not as he was abruptly cut off when Rick began to jog. The combination of the up and down, flattening under Rick's toes, and how Rick's stinky foot sweat was swallowed down Alan's throat as he ran quickly caused Alan to become very sick as his father ran. He retched, vomiting up a small amount of bile containing the sweat before it mixed with the new sweat from Rick's foot and more of it found its way down Alan's throat.
Alan thought the torture would never end, but after only ten minutes or so, Rick started slowing down, allowing Alan to recover, if only slightly. A few moments later, Rick stopped all together, and Alan faintly heard a doorbell being rung. Alan could only wonder where his father had gone in the minutes before the door was answered.
Rick readjusted his weight, lifting his weight from the foor under which Alan was crushed so he could curl Alan under his toes a few times, just to sink in his punishment. Finally, the door was answered, and a man whose voice Alan didn't recognize answered.
"Rick," said the man in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you today. Come in!"
Rick greeted him as he stepped into the door. A dozen steps later found him sitting on the couch in the living room. The other man was right behind him and sat beside him on the couch. Very close. Rick started untying his shoes while the other man spoke.
"So, what are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy to see you but I thought you said you couldn't come over today," the other man said.
Rick slid off one of his shoes and then prepared to pull off the one Alan was in, as he replied, "Well, Hank, I didn't think I would get the chance, but when I got home from work today, I found something... interesting, and wanted you to see it."
With this, Rick pulled off the remaining shoe, Alan still clutched under his curled toes, and then pulled his foot up to rest on his knee. He pulled his flattened son from his foot and held him in his hand for a minute to allow him to restore to his normal shape before he held the hand out for Hank to see.
Hank's eyes widened as he saw the tiny teenager in Rick's hand. At the same time, Alan appraised his father's friend. Hank was a handsome, well-built man, apparently in his mid-twenties. Alan was pretty sure he had seen him before, though he had never met him. He had had no idea he was his father's friend, and wondered how they knew each other.
His wonder was quickly answered as he spied a certain mischevious grin being traded between the two men (their ages about as far apart as Alan's and Hank's probably were). In disbelief, Alan's eyes wandered downward, spotting their hands clasped on their laps. There was no space on the couch between them. Alan couldn't belive it: His father was having an affair with another man!
Rick smiled to himself as he saw the shocked expression on Alan's face and started to explain. "I wasn't going to tell you like this, but... Well..." He turned to Hank to include him in the explanation. "Alan, here, got himself shrunk while playing with forces he didn't understand. I should have known he'd do something like this to himself."
Alan tried to interrupt. "But, Dad, if you just get the book from my room, you should be able to turn me--"
"Shut up, boy," said Rick unkindly and went on to explain his punishment to Hank. Alan felt betrayed by his own father and stopped listening, though is ears perked up again when his father added, "So I figured, as part of his punishment, you might like to... Er... Teach him a lesson of your own."
Both the giants grinned wickedly, and Alan shuddered. He didn't bother trying to voice his own objections. He was quickly learning how useless his own voice had become since being shrunk.
"That sounds like fun," said Hank. "So, are you going to help me, or am I just going to have to think of things to do with him by myself?"