All your worries about the safety of your home and your painstakingly crafted tree pulley system fly out of your head as the world falls hundreds of feet beneath you. Your screams of falling, before being grabbed taut by the dozen strands of hair around your waist, are only slightly louder than your subsequent screams when you look straight down. The parachute in your suit comes to mind, you've never needed it, and so, never used it.
Now might be the time as one of the strands breaks loose from Tara’s little knot, and your screams subside as sheer panic sucks the air from your lungs. You compare this to some other encounters you had, and while those were terrifying, you at least had an element of control. Not now, as the giant Tara suddenly lurches upward, her arms pulling her terrific mass close to the tree branch before your world again flips dramatically as she hoists herself onto the tree branch.
A couple more strands go, and you make an executive decision to take matters back into your tiny hands. You pull your knife from its sheath on your upper left arm. Sharpened daily it cuts quickly through the brown ropes of Tara’s hair. Youve no concept of what is going on beyond your immediate field of view, and your uncharacteristic panic causes you not to notice the steadying of the world around, after one last big scooch back by Tara to lean against the trunk of the tree, that is.
The last strand takes a couple of seconds of sawing but your through! Weightlessness holds for a brief second, then replaced by a swift, sickening falling one. Frantically you reach around and press the small switch on your lower left hip. “Please work, please work...”
Your form is jerked upwards by the chutes deployment. “Thank God”. You breathe for a moment, content that the worst is behind you, before glancing down. Tara’s last second readjustments meant you were drifting lazily down towards her body, specifically towards her...
Did you think there were choices here? The forces of physics has you now son! The mild air current, gravity, and the placement of the moving alive earth of Tara guide you on a predetermined path to a spot just above her knee. You look down as you drift over her upper thigh, your eyes can’t help but wander, in wonderment and sadly base attraction. A booming voice snaps you out of your raptured gaze. “Hope that wan’t too rough on you. Here.” You gaze back to see her eyes looking left, her right hand raised above her shoulder grazing the tips of her hair, palm open expectantly waiting for you. You frown, she’ll be waiting without answer, as you can't access the speaker in your current setup, and honestly your not sure shed hear you anyways. After a long pause her voice returns, louder and more jarring as her likely gentle voice rattles the air particles around you, along with yourself. “RICHARD! PLEASE ANSWER ME! ARE YOU OK?”
Her voice is raised in alarm at your lack of response, and you drift close to stomach level, her movements having pushed you further down her body, now a knee landing is inevitable, unless she moves again. You look back again to see Tara staring more or less in your direction, however she is intently studying a patch of hair she has pulled before her face, vainly looking for your form.
The “earth” rushes up to meet you a dozen or so feet, no more than a slight bend by Tara, you suddenly collide with the bare skin, knocking the air out of you and possibly causing a couple of bruises. You lie there catching your breath as the parachute falls over you. From beyond the fabric you hear Tara “What the...” Have you caused an irritation? Is she looking at the leaf colored parachute you currently reside under as you being to slap her skin for all your worth.
Has Tara located you?
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