A little story aboute a mouse
03-Oct-98 19:02:58

This happened 20 years ago, I was 19 and worked voluntarily for a youth organisation against drugs and alcohol. We had a miniracing track that we had built in the basement of a school. We had just finished the building of the tracks and had held our first competition. Afterwards there was an electric problem on one of the tracks, wish I tried to solve by crawling under the tracks and measuring the current in the different sections. At the same time there was two women cleaning the place after the competition. One of them was a Turkish woman about 35 years tall and curvy and with thick black hair. She was dressed in a short skirt and a sleeveless T-shirt and looked very sexy. The other one was tall and skinny Latin-American I think, cute and a little younger. I was at the start were the drivers use to stand, here the floor is 60 cm higher in order to give the drivers a better view of the tracks. The two women came up on the platform and started to clean there. They hadn't heard me and I kept absolutely quite because I was getting a fantastic view from were I sat. The Turkish came very close to me and I could se up under her skirt. She had old worn panties that had been very exclusive but now was to small for her, thick black pubic hair was sticking out from under her panties and her armpits wasn't shaved either. She was sweating from the work and it was warm in the basement. She was using a broom while the other one was emptying garbage containers. Suddenly when the Latin-American lifted a container a small mouse raced over the platform heading strait for the place were I sat. It probably saw me because it halted just in front of me and tried to turn, when "WHAM" the Turkish woman hit it with the broom. But when she lifted the broom the mouse tried to get away again so she put the broom back on it again. Every time she lifted the broom the mouse almost escaped. The Latin-American said "Hold him and I will fetch something to kill him with." She went out to another room were we kept some tools to get a shovel. In the mean time the other woman started to press on the broom. She was a big woman and the broom bent under her. Every time she lifted the broom the mouse was a little more injured, and moved slower and less. After a while the mouse just sat there when she lifted it again. She looked down on it, it moved slowly trying to get away. She kicked it a little further out from the edge of the platform and put her right foot on top of it. It peeped and started to struggle wildly. She moved her foot very carefully, pressed a little and rolled the terrified little bastard under her foot. After a while she had managed to get all of it under her sole with nothing but the tip of it's tail sticking out. And she waited. She was sweaty after the work but I had heard her breath become more heavy while she messed with the mouse. While she waited for the other woman to come back, the mouse moved a little but didn't have a chance to escape, it was scared, injured and alone. Finally when the Latin-American came back with a shovel the Turkish woman said. "He is gone now." and lifted the broom. The Latin-American got irritated and said, "How could you let him get away. We had him, I hate those creeps." The Turkish smiled evil and said. "I mean he's almost gone". She smiled and pointed with the broom on the tail sticking out from under her sole. While the Latin American was shocked and draws her breath, The Turkish woman started to shift her weight, very slowly, to her right foot. There was a long crunching sound and the wooden floor flexed under her weight. She was a mature and heavy woman with wide hips and muscular legs. She lifted her left foot and bounced a couple of times. Then they both laughed and looked embarrassed on each other. That should have been my ex, the Latin said exited. Right then because of the silence, they heard a car stopping outside, and they both hurried out to prevent anyone from coming in and see what they had done. I was alone and could crawl out from under the tracks and have a good look. This innocent little mouse, that five minutes ago was in perfect shape was now totally crushed. Its body was paper-thin, there could not have been one bone in it that wasn't broken. And its head was flattened too. I tried to lift it by the tail to throw it away. But the weight of the woman had pressed its remains down in to the wood so it could not be lifted of, the tail just came of. I left it because I didn't have anything to scrape it of with. I sneaked out and drove home. I spent the whole afternoon thinking of the moment. When she slowly shifted her weight.............