Billy took a deep breath and reaching up he took hold of the table cloth. He gave it a yank and - nothing happened. Crap…he had forgotten there were platters of food resting on the table above him pinning the cloth down. Trying again Billy braced himself and he started to pull down with all his might. At first nothing happened but then there was give and a little more and then. Miss Carol’s foot rose up as she tried to rub it along the John’s leg. At the same time Billy got the traction and momentum he needed…CRASH!
Billy fell back and accidentally fell against the other woman’s knees simultaneously causing her to scream and jump up. Miss Carol likewise was yelling. Billy didn’t see any of this although he heard the cacophony going on. More voices joins the fray, probably caterers. While hiding underneath the table Billy watched the feet and partial legs stamping around. He had pulled the platters down onto Miss Carol and John’s side so now the side closest to the house, bushes, and most importantly the door was more exposed with most of the tablecloth pulled high like a curtain stuck mid scene change.
People were moving to the far side…this might be his moment. Just before Billy was about to make a break for it he a set of black clad legs landed blocking his path. “Excuse me, I’ll take this cloth away,” said a woman’s voice.
Suddenly the curtain was pulled all the way off and Billy was exposed. If anyone came out of the house now and looked his way they would see him. There was no hiding.
The mass of fabric fell to the ground in a pile and the legs moved seemingly walking to the other table.
Joyce, a young 26 year old, 5’ 1”, blond woman working for the catering company pulled the second table cloth which had also been messed. Bundling the sheet up in such a way that h her white blouse was safe from stain she walked back to where she left the other cloth. Dropping her load onto the first Joyce squatted down and picked up both cloths meting then into one bundle. Wrapping her arms around the pile she held the pile against her chest and stood up. She had to lean back a bit to let her her arms all the way around the pile and walk with it; each step was awkward.
It had seemed like the only option. Billy had taken his shot and it had paid off…mostly. When the caterer had turned and gone only a few steps to get the other tablecloth Billy had dived, grabbed a bunch of cloth and rolled wrapping himself into the sheet and then curled up like a ball to be as misshappen as possible. Billy hadn’t thought about how this would work or even if it would work. But here he was…
Billy felt the caterer come closer. For a moment he thought she might step on him, but only for a moment. Then something had fallen over him and his makeshift disguise. No sooner as that then Billy had felt two clubs beat at him and then ensnare around him and lift him up carrying him inside the house.
What was awkward was that Billy was upside down. Joyce had gathered the bundle to her self and attributed any weight to just being a mass of sturdy, thick cloth material. Under her arms some ends were hanging. That was where Billy’s head way hanging out. After pitching forward and feeling as if a bear was pawing at him Billy had come way to close to face planting back into the concrete patio. However Joyce had gotten a hold of the bundle and started walking.
Billy was getting a birds-eye view of the floor passing as well as the tops of the woman caterer’s black shoes. Unfortunately he was turned the wrong way and if he looked strait he only got a look of the black pant leg swing right at him…each step the woman made brought her thigh perilously close to smacking int Billy’s face forcing him to look down and turn his head to one side or the other. Soon he saw the threshold and the ground changed from concrete to hardwood. Billy had trouble focusing due to a mounting pressure building in his face and head… Was that pounding sound the giant woman’s footsteps or his own heartbeat?
Joyce made it into the house. Not for the first the the short blond woman cursed her generous chest which only made the work of carrying soo much harder than it needed to be. Feeling as if something was about to slip out of the sheets Joyce stoped and using her knee she repositioned the bundle getting a firmer hold on it.
The awkward steps stopped once they were inside the house suddenly it felt like billing was about to be tossed as the grip around him loosened but the BAM. Billy got kneed in the head and then the grip came back around him this time compressing him in a even more awkward angle. Both knees were bent but the grip was painfully pinching calf right up against the back of the thigh and Billy’s head was now being forced up against his chest with all his weight oh one shoulder and his neck. The now more rhythmic steps of the woman walking didn’t help as each step forced Billy to feel just a little bit of shift in weight only for it to come back down again and again.
Joyce walked into the house’s laundry room and unceremoniously dropped the load at her feet…
Billy fell back and accidentally fell against the other woman’s knees simultaneously causing her to scream and jump up. Miss Carol likewise was yelling. Billy didn’t see any of this although he heard the cacophony going on. More voices joins the fray, probably caterers. While hiding underneath the table Billy watched the feet and partial legs stamping around. He had pulled the platters down onto Miss Carol and John’s side so now the side closest to the house, bushes, and most importantly the door was more exposed with most of the tablecloth pulled high like a curtain stuck mid scene change.
People were moving to the far side…this might be his moment. Just before Billy was about to make a break for it he a set of black clad legs landed blocking his path. “Excuse me, I’ll take this cloth away,” said a woman’s voice.
Suddenly the curtain was pulled all the way off and Billy was exposed. If anyone came out of the house now and looked his way they would see him. There was no hiding.
The mass of fabric fell to the ground in a pile and the legs moved seemingly walking to the other table.
Joyce, a young 26 year old, 5’ 1”, blond woman working for the catering company pulled the second table cloth which had also been messed. Bundling the sheet up in such a way that h her white blouse was safe from stain she walked back to where she left the other cloth. Dropping her load onto the first Joyce squatted down and picked up both cloths meting then into one bundle. Wrapping her arms around the pile she held the pile against her chest and stood up. She had to lean back a bit to let her her arms all the way around the pile and walk with it; each step was awkward.
It had seemed like the only option. Billy had taken his shot and it had paid off…mostly. When the caterer had turned and gone only a few steps to get the other tablecloth Billy had dived, grabbed a bunch of cloth and rolled wrapping himself into the sheet and then curled up like a ball to be as misshappen as possible. Billy hadn’t thought about how this would work or even if it would work. But here he was…
Billy felt the caterer come closer. For a moment he thought she might step on him, but only for a moment. Then something had fallen over him and his makeshift disguise. No sooner as that then Billy had felt two clubs beat at him and then ensnare around him and lift him up carrying him inside the house.
What was awkward was that Billy was upside down. Joyce had gathered the bundle to her self and attributed any weight to just being a mass of sturdy, thick cloth material. Under her arms some ends were hanging. That was where Billy’s head way hanging out. After pitching forward and feeling as if a bear was pawing at him Billy had come way to close to face planting back into the concrete patio. However Joyce had gotten a hold of the bundle and started walking.
Billy was getting a birds-eye view of the floor passing as well as the tops of the woman caterer’s black shoes. Unfortunately he was turned the wrong way and if he looked strait he only got a look of the black pant leg swing right at him…each step the woman made brought her thigh perilously close to smacking int Billy’s face forcing him to look down and turn his head to one side or the other. Soon he saw the threshold and the ground changed from concrete to hardwood. Billy had trouble focusing due to a mounting pressure building in his face and head… Was that pounding sound the giant woman’s footsteps or his own heartbeat?
Joyce made it into the house. Not for the first the the short blond woman cursed her generous chest which only made the work of carrying soo much harder than it needed to be. Feeling as if something was about to slip out of the sheets Joyce stoped and using her knee she repositioned the bundle getting a firmer hold on it.
The awkward steps stopped once they were inside the house suddenly it felt like billing was about to be tossed as the grip around him loosened but the BAM. Billy got kneed in the head and then the grip came back around him this time compressing him in a even more awkward angle. Both knees were bent but the grip was painfully pinching calf right up against the back of the thigh and Billy’s head was now being forced up against his chest with all his weight oh one shoulder and his neck. The now more rhythmic steps of the woman walking didn’t help as each step forced Billy to feel just a little bit of shift in weight only for it to come back down again and again.
Joyce walked into the house’s laundry room and unceremoniously dropped the load at her feet…
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June 10, 2023
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