Re: Re: Re: barefoot crushing stories: the toad
02-Feb-99 14:50:16

At your kind request, here is the toad story:

From my bedroom window, one afternoon, I saw Sheila suddenly getting up from her deck-chair. She went to the trees near the garden edge, and picked up something from the ground. I took my binoculars and looked better: it was a toad, a very big brown-yellowish toad. It had to weight about 2-3 lbs. She looked for my plastic beach-bucket and dropped the toad into. Then, she got into her house, taking with the bucket and leaving Fritz in the garden. After about half an hour, she came back with the bucket empty, and made some "sex" with Fritz, in a very hot way.
That night, after I had heard Sheila open and close her door to drop, as usual, her rabbish-bag into the dustbin on the road, I got out with a pretext, and picked the bag out from the bin. I took it into my "secret corner" in the garden and opened it, making light with my battery torch. In a white bag inside the bag, there was some jelly matter, a sort of yellowish pulp: no doubt it was what remained of the toad.
Next afternoon, I went down to the garden and maliciously asked my aunt: "What was with the big toad I saw yesterday morning in the garden? Did you see it? What could be happened to him?". She smiled, surprised, and answered: "If you want to know, then give me another one! I'll let you see!"
Three days I strolled about all the gardens in my zone; finally, the third morning, I found a toad, bigger than the previous. I put it into my bucket, closed it with a flat stone and posed it
beside my aunt's bed-chair in the garden. After lunch, I immediately went out to the garden. At half past two, Sheila came out. I was sitting on her bed-chair smiling: "Aunt, take a look to my bucket!" Becoming red, she slowly raised the stone and looked inside. Then, she tied Fritz to her chair and told me: "Let's go inside!". In the house, she took off her long blouse (she had a swimdress under) and went directly to the bathroom: "Come with me!".
She dropped the toad into the bath-tub; he made a splatting sound. He was trying escaping, but slid on the tub walls. Sheila said: "I'm crushing him. Do you like to do it instead?". I was trembling: "No..o..o..aunt..bet..ter..you..do..it". "So, your aunt will make the job!". She took off her high heeled clogs and got into the bathtub. At first, she played with him, grabbing his legs with her long wrinkling toes, raising and then dropping him again.
After about ten minutes playing, I was thinking "She didn't want to crush him anymore, while I am looking". So I said: "Aunt, must I get out?" - "No, dear, I hope you are enjoying this "show"! Now, blindfold me with that towel". I executed. She sat onto the bathtub wall, let me blindfold her, then stood up and began walking very slowly towards the toad, who was trying climbing on the opposite site of the tub. I enjoyed the show that followed (you only can imagine that incredible sound of meat, bones and pulp), and stood without a word.
Eventually, Sheila wanted me helping her to wash her feet and told me: "Please, pick up all that messy thing, put it into that plastic bag and drop it into the bin. Ahh, make the bath-tub clean! Then, remember closing well the door!", took her blouse on again and went back to the garden and Fritz.
Later, I never dared speak her about that afternoon.


Some notes on my first story (the chihuahua):
While playing with Fritz, Sheila always laid on her back on a garden bed-chair; when she called the dog, he was happy to jump onto the bed, near my aunt's feet: he enjoyed the play very much, and knew when it was playing time (the afternoon).
Near the garden lamp where the dog was tied, there was a garden shower: the final "act" was made on its plate, then Sheila washed her feet, picked up the pieces in a plastic bag and dropped them to the road side.