George's legs are like a vice. Your foot is pinned between them, leaving you unable to remove it, as you sit on top of her skirted knee.
You try pulling, you try pushing, but it seems like nothing is going to extricate you from this predicament. You close your eyes, lie back and breathe out. You're going to have to trust to fate now.
Presumably, she'll uncross and recross her legs again at some point, and then you'll be free. The only other alternative is that you'll be trapped here until she stands up, and then spend the rest of your life plummetting to your death...
You stare upwards, wishing that you were able to see past George's titanic breasts to her face, so that you might at least gaze one last time upon the face of the person about to kill you.
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