You run along the seam, up the boot shaft towards the top, where the Goddess' jeans are tucked in. She simply laughs as you scramble up the boot. The stitches help give you a little extra footing on the otherwise smooth black leather. You go about three inches and Barbara spits down at you, missing you, but the saliva splatters right in front of you. You can see the bubbles in the spit, on top of the shiny leather.
"Get in there and play in my spit. That's what you get for trying to escape being crushed".
Do you: