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| part 2 |
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| Portia... Tyra Banks Hispanic woman... Daisy Fuentes Tall girl... Oluchi Onweagba Marion Jones as herself Project girl... Nomie Lenoir Omahyra... as herself Naomi Campbell... as herself Ujjwalla Raut... as herself Ana Beatriz Barros.. as herself Judge Maureen Wilson... Vanessa Williams |
| The kid was fast. Portia had always considered herself fast, but she could hardly keep this kid in sight as he ran out of the park and down the street. She managed to catch a glimpse of his head as he dashed down the subway stairs. After descending the stairs herself, she saw no sign of the kid, but the train at the platform was getting ready to leave, so she hopped on, figuring he�d probably attempt to lose himself among the many passengers. She took a seat. She looked down at her stained feet and sighed as she spread her toes, thinking of the work she�d have to go through to get them clean again. She dropped her sandals on the floor and slid into them, then glanced around the car. There was no sign of the kid or his yellow backpack. Further up the car, she noticed young Hispanic woman in a white knit knee-length dress, reading a magazine. She sat in her seat at an angle, facing the front of the car so that she was able to cross her ankles underneath her. Her bare feet were out of her white mules with her toes brushing vigorously back and forth against her other foot. Portia was contemplating moving to another car, until she saw the kid with the backpack emerge from the front of the car. He went over to the Hispanic woman, knelt down in front of her, and started tickling her feet with a feather. The woman yelped at first, obviously surprised, then started laughing hysterically, dropping her magazine. |
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| Her feet hovered in midair as the kid's feather slid over her soles. The woman seemed helplesss, looking able to do nothing but wiggle and spread her toes. The surrounding passengers stood. Portia thought they would intervene, and Portia stood as well, but the passengers simply gathered around the woman and her attacker and watched the proceedings. "What the hell are you people doing?" asked Portia, approaching the group. She pushed her way to the middle of the group fully intending to take this kid by his neck, but she ended up just watching like the rest of the crowd. She couldn't figure out why. She watched the woman's feet writhing at |
| The tip of the feather. She watched the woman�s face as it kept getting redder, she was laughing so hard.
�You� stop doing that to her,� Portia sputtered, not knowing what else to do. �Oh, okay ma�am. Whatever you say,� the kid replied, flatly, continuing to feather the woman�s feet. Her laugh lost its voice as the torture continued, with no further interruptions from Portia or any of the other onlookers. Five minutes later, the kid stopped tickling and took a can of yellow spray paint from his back pocket and proceeded to coat the young woman�s soles as she slumped against the back of her seat, her chest heaving up and down as she attempted to regain control of her breathing. When the deed had been done, the kid stood and returned the can to his back pocket. �Thank you all for your cooperation,� he said. �It�s now time for me to leave. I bid you adieu.� With that, the kid dashed through the doors leading to the next car. Portia looked after him for a second before dashing after him. The first few cars that Portia passed through housed only passengers, none of whom seemed to suspect anything awry. There was no sign of the boy. Portia was beginning to think that he�d escaped her, until she was greeted with boisterous laughter upon entering the next car. She saw the boy standing in the middle of the aisle with the ankles of a tall, dark-skinned girl nestled in the crook of his arm, her back on the floor, as he tickled her bare feet with a feather. next page |